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 WANDERED in Scoglietto's green retreat, The oranges on each o'erhanging spray Burned as bright lamps of gold to shame the day;Some ...
A fair slim boy not made for this world's pain.With hair of gold thick clustering round his ears,And longing eyes ...
(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, ...
The western wind is blowing fair Across the dark AEgean sea, And at the secret marble stair My Tyrian galley ...
My limbs are wasted with a flame, My feet are sore with travelling, For, calling on my Lady's name, My ...
(To Ellen Terry) In the lone tent, waiting for victory, She stands with eyes marred by the mists of pain, ...
See, I have climbed the mountain side Up to this holy house of God, Where once that Angel-Painter trod Who ...
Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The sons of God fought in that great emprise? Why ...
Italia! thou art fallen, though with sheen Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride From the north Alps to the Sicilian ...
I stood by the unvintageable sea Till the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray; The long red fires ...
(To L. L.) Could we dig up this long-buried treasure, Were it worth the pleasure, We never could learn love's ...
Is it thy will that I should wax and wane, Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey, And at ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
I wandered through Scoglietto's far retreat, The oranges on each o'erhanging spray Burned as bright lamps of gold to shame ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Set in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields of tide, England! what shall men say of thee, ...
Rid of the world's injustice, and his pain, He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue: Taken from life ...
Christ, dost Thou live indeed? or are Thy bones Still straitened in their rock-hewn sepulchre? And was Thy Rising only ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
A lily-girl, not made for this world's pain, With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears, And longing eyes ...
Dear Heart, I think the young impassioned priest When first he takes from out the hidden shrine His God imprisoned ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
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