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 ...
I -There is no peace beneath the moon,-Ah! in those meadows is there peaceWhere, girdled with a silver fleece,As a ...
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 ...
A fair slim boy not made for this world's pain.With hair of gold thick clustering round his ears,And longing eyes ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
My limbs are wasted with a flame, My feet are sore with travelling, For, calling on my Lady's name, My ...
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 ...
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight, - I am too young to ...
Set in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields of tide, England! what shall men say of thee, ...
The oleander on the wall Grows crimson in the dawning light, Though the grey shadows of the night Lie yet ...
The sky is laced with fitful red, The circling mists and shadows flee, The dawn is rising from the sea, ...
(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 ...
Seven stars in the still water, And seven in the sky; Seven sins on the King's daughter, Deep in her ...
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 ...
Her ivory hands on the ivory keys Strayed in a fitful fantasy, Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees ...
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