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 ...
Version IIHe did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his handsWhen ...
Version IHe did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his handsWhen ...
Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of commonclayI had climbed the ...
We are resolved into the supreme air,We are made one with what we touch and see,With our heart's blood each ...
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which all winds can play,Is it for this ...
We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart’s ...
To drift with every passion till my soul Is a stringed lute on which can winds can play, Is it ...
The seasons send their ruin as they go, For in the spring the narciss shows its head Nor withers till ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
The western wind is blowing fair Across the dark AEgean sea, And at the secret marble stair My Tyrian galley ...
The Thames nocturne of blue and gold Changed to a Harmony in grey: A barge with ochre-coloured hay Dropt from ...
Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach Thy hand, For I am drowning in a stormier sea Than Simon ...
Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The sons of God fought in that great emprise? Why ...
I stood by the unvintageable sea Till the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray; The long red fires ...
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight, - I am too young to ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
O well for him who lives at ease With garnered gold in wide domain, Nor heeds the splashing of the ...
(To L. L.) Could we dig up this long-buried treasure, Were it worth the pleasure, We never could learn love's ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
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