Ballad of Reading Gaol II (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Version IIHe did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his handsWhen ...
Oscar Wilde Poems on Gold (45 Poems)
Ballad of Reading Gaol – I (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Version IHe did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his handsWhen ...
Endymion (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(FOR MUSIC.) THE apple trees are hung with gold, And birds are loud in Arcady, The sheep lie bleating in the fold, The wild ...
Lotus Leaves (Oscar Wilde Poems)
I -There is no peace beneath the moon,-Ah! in those meadows is there peaceWhere, girdled with a silver fleece,As a ...
Ballade De Marguerite (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(NORMANDE.)I AM weary of lying within the chaseWhen the knights are meeting in market-place.Nay, go not thou to the red-roofed ...
Pan (Oscar Wilde Poems)
1.O goat-foot God of Arcady!This modern world is grey and old,And what remains to us of thee?No more the shepherd ...
The Dole Of The King’s Daughter (Breton) (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Seven stars in the still water,And seven in the sky;Seven sins on the King's daughter,Deep in her soul to lie.Red ...
Sonnet Written In Holy Week At Genoa (Oscar Wilde Poems)
I WANDERED in Scoglietto's green retreat, The oranges on each o'erhanging spray Burned as bright lamps of gold to shame the day;Some ...
Ava Maria Plena Gratia (Oscar Wilde Poems)
WAS this His coming! I had hoped to seeA scene of wondrous glory, as was toldOf some great God who ...
Wasted Days (Oscar Wilde Poems)
A fair slim boy not made for this world's pain.With hair of gold thick clustering round his ears,And longing eyes ...
On Easter Day (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:The people knelt upon the ground with awe:And borne upon the necks of men ...
Salve Saturnia Tellus (Oscar Wilde Poems)
I reached the Alps: the soul within me burnedItalia, my Italia, at thy name:And when from out the mountain's heart ...
Chanson (Oscar Wilde Poems)
A ring of gold and a milk-white dove Are goodly gifts for thee, And a hempen rope for your own ...
The New Helen (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The sons of God fought in that great emprise? Why ...
Nay, Lord, not thus! white lilies in the spring, (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Seven stars in the still water, And seven in the sky; Seven sins on the King's daughter, Deep in her ...
LE PANNEAU (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Under the rose-tree's dancing shade There stands a little ivory girl, Pulling the leaves of pink and pearl With pale ...
LE JARDIN DES TUILERIES (Oscar Wilde Poems)
This winter air is keen and cold, And keen and cold this winter sun, But round my chair the children ...
Portia (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(To Ellen Terry) I marvel not Bassanio was so bold To peril all he had upon the lead, Or that ...
The Garden Of Eros (Oscar Wilde Poems)
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
ENDYMION (For music) (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The apple trees are hung with gold, And birds are loud in Arcady, The sheep lie bleating in the fold, ...
Madonna Mia (Oscar Wilde Poems)
A lily-girl, not made for this world's pain, With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears, And longing eyes ...
Apologia (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Is it thy will that I should wax and wane, Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey, And at ...
Ravenna (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
Panthea (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight, - I am too young to ...
The Sphinx (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
HOLY WEEK AT GENOA (Oscar Wilde Poems)
I wandered through Scoglietto's far retreat, The oranges on each o'erhanging spray Burned as bright lamps of gold to shame ...
In The Gold Room – A Harmony (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Her ivory hands on the ivory keys Strayed in a fitful fantasy, Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees ...
Ave Imperatrix (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Set in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields of tide, England! what shall men say of thee, ...
DOUBLE VILLANELLE (Oscar Wilde Poems)
I. O goat-foot God of Arcady! This modern world is grey and old, And what remains to us of thee? ...
The Burden Of Itys (Oscar Wilde Poems)
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...