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 ...
Oscar Wilde Poems (115 Poems)
Roses And Rue (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(To L. L.) Could we dig up this long-buried treasure, Were it worth the pleasure, We never could learn love's ...
Ravenna (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
Serenade (For Music) (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The western wind is blowing fair Across the dark AEgean sea, And at the secret marble stair My Tyrian galley ...
SAN MINIATO (Oscar Wilde Poems)
See, I have climbed the mountain side Up to this holy house of God, Where once that Angel-Painter trod Who ...
ON THE MASSACRE OF THE CHRISTIANS IN BULGARIA (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Christ, dost Thou live indeed? or are Thy bones Still straitened in their rock-hewn sepulchre? And was Thy Rising only ...
The Ballad Of Reading Gaol (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
The Sphinx (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
ROME UNVISITED (Oscar Wilde Poems)
I. The corn has turned from grey to red, Since first my spirit wandered forth From the drear cities of ...
Magdalen Walks (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The little white clouds are racing over the sky, And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower ...
The Burden Of Itys (Oscar Wilde Poems)
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
To My Wife – With A Copy Of My Poems (Oscar Wilde Poems)
I can write no stately proem As a prelude to my lay; From a poet to a poem I would ...
Her Voice (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The wild bee reels from bough to bough With his furry coat and his gauzy wing, Now in a lily-cup, ...
La Fuite De La Lune (Oscar Wilde Poems)
To outer senses there is peace, A dreamy peace on either hand Deep silence in the shadowy land, Deep silence ...
Amor Intellectualis (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Oft have we trod the vales of Castaly And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown From antique reeds to ...
The New Helen (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The sons of God fought in that great emprise? Why ...
Camma (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(To Ellen Terry) As one who poring on a Grecian urn Scans the fair shapes some Attic hand hath made, ...
Sonnet To Liberty (Oscar Wilde Poems)
These are the letters which Endymion wrote To one he loved in secret, and apart. And now the brawlers of ...
CHARMIDES (Oscar Wilde Poems)
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Theoretikos (Oscar Wilde Poems)
This mighty empire hath but feet of clay: Of all its ancient chivalry and might Our little island is forsaken ...
THE NEW REMORSE (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The sin was mine; I did not understand. So now is music prisoned in her cave, Save where some ebbing ...
Italia (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Italia! thou art fallen, though with sheen Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride From the north Alps to the Sicilian ...
CANZONET (Oscar Wilde Poems)
I have no store Of gryphon-guarded gold; Now, as before, Bare is the shepherd's fold. Rubies nor pearls Have I ...
With A Copy Of ‘A House Of Pomegranates’ (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Go, little book, To him who, on a lute with horns of pearl, Sang of the white feet of the ...
The Grave Of Keats (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Rid of the world's injustice, and his pain, He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue: Taken from life ...
Impression De Voyage (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky Burned like a heated opal through the air; We hoisted sail; the ...
Santa Decca (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The Gods are dead: no longer do we bring To grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves! Demeter's child no more hath ...
LE PANNEAU (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Under the rose-tree's dancing shade There stands a little ivory girl, Pulling the leaves of pink and pearl With pale ...
URBS SACRA AETERNA (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Rome! what a scroll of History thine has been; In the first days thy sword republican Ruled the whole world ...
My Voice (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Within this restless, hurried, modern world We took our hearts' full pleasure - You and I, And now the white ...