Oscar Wilde Poems on Soul (21 Poems)

Ballad of Reading Gaol II (Oscar Wilde Poems)

Version II He did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his handsWhen they found him with the dead,The poor dead woman whom he loved,And murdered in her bed. He walked amongst … Continue reading →

Ballad of Reading Gaol – I (Oscar Wilde Poems)

Version I He did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his handsWhen they found him with the dead,The poor dead woman whom he loved,And murdered in her bed. He walked amongst … Continue reading →

The Teacher Of Wisdom (Oscar Wilde Poems)

From his childhood he had been as one filled with the perfectknowledge of God, and even while he was yet but a lad many of thesaints, as well as certain holy women who dwelt in the free city ofhis birth, … Continue reading →

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 townLest the hooves of the war-horse tread thee down. But I would not go where the Squires ride,I … Continue reading →

We Are Made One with What We Touch and See (Oscar Wilde Poems)

We are resolved into the supreme air,We are made one with what we touch and see,With our heart’s blood each crimson sun is fair,With our young lives each springimpassioned treeFlames into green, the wildest beasts that rangeThe moor our kinsmen … Continue reading →

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 roses are at her feet,(Roses are red in her red-gold hair)And O where her bosom and girdle meetRed roses … Continue reading →

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 I cameAnd saw the land for which my life had yearned,I laughed as one who some great prize had earned:And … Continue reading →

Hellas (Oscar Wilde Poems)

To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which all winds can play,Is it for this that I have given awayMine ancient wisdom, and austere control?-Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish … Continue reading →

We Are Made One With What We Touch and See (Oscar Wilde Poem)

We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart’s blood each crimson sun is fair, With our young lives each spring-impassioned tree Flames into green, the wildest beasts that … Continue reading →

Sonnet On Approaching Italy (Oscar Wilde Poems)

I reached the Alps: the soul within me burned, Italia, my Italia, at thy name: And when from out the mountain’s heart I came And saw the land for which my life had yearned, I laughed as one who some … Continue reading →