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 ...
The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:The people knelt upon the ground with awe:And borne upon the necks of men ...
O singer of Persephone!In the dim meadows desolateDost thou remember Sicily?Still through the ivy flits the beeWhere Amaryllis lies in ...
We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart’s ...
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight, - I am too young to ...
The oleander on the wall Grows crimson in the dawning light, Though the grey shadows of the night Lie yet ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
The silver trumpets rang across the Dome: The people knelt upon the ground with awe: And borne upon the necks ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
O singer of Persephone! In the dim meadows desolate Dost thou remember Sicily? Still through the ivy flits the bee ...
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 ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Against these turbid turquoise skies The light and luminous balloons Dip and drift like satin moons Drift like silken butterflies; ...
Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The sons of God fought in that great emprise? Why ...
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