The Doer Of Good (Oscar Wilde Poems)
It was night-time and He was alone.And He saw afar-off the walls of a round city and went towards thecity.And ...
It was night-time and He was alone.And He saw afar-off the walls of a round city and went towards thecity.And ...
I reached the Alps: the soul within me burnedItalia, my Italia, at thy name:And when from out the mountain's heart ...
To stab my youth with desperate knives, to wear This paltry age's gaudy livery, To let each base hand filch ...
The western wind is blowing fair Across the dark AEgean sea, And at the secret marble stair My Tyrian galley ...
I reached the Alps: the soul within me burned, Italia, my Italia, at thy name: And when from out the ...
Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
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