Theocritus – A Villanelle (Oscar Wilde Poems)
O singer of Persephone!In the dim meadows desolateDost thou remember Sicily?Still through the ivy flits the beeWhere Amaryllis lies in ...
O singer of Persephone!In the dim meadows desolateDost thou remember Sicily?Still through the ivy flits the beeWhere Amaryllis lies in ...
YE who serve Saint Valentine,Golden lads and gracious lasses,Take your time before time passesSwift as shadows o'er the grasses ;Think ...
IS not to-day the happy dayThat blessed the world with Amaryllis ?Ye winds and skies of springtime say,Is not to-day ...
1 The autumn shade is thin. Grey leaves lie faint Where they will lie, and, where the thick green was, ...
(The exile Meliboeus finds Tityrus in possession of his own farm,restored to him by the emperor Augustus, and a conversation ...
By the waters of Cam, as the shades were descending, A Fellow sat moaning his desolate lot; From his ...
Up, Amarylis! Darling, awaken! Through the still bracken Soft airs swell; ...
Often, when o'er tree and turret, Eve a dying radiance flings,By that ancient pile I linger Known familiarly as "King's."And ...
Amaryllis. While from the skies the ruddy sun descends,And rising night the evening shade extends;While pearly dews o'erspread the fruitful ...
SOME summer mornings - when you've taken teaToo late the night before - perhaps you'll see,If at some Berkshire farmhouse ...
Oh, I dance upon the lawn in the cold, white dawn, And I gloat upon the corpses of a countless ...
(Baa, baa, black sheep! — whose fault but your ownThat you're here on the western prairie, herding the sheep alone, ...
You are ice and fire,The touch of you burns my hands like snow.You are cold and flame.You are the crimson ...
Fully occupied with growing--that's the amaryllis. Growing especially at night: it would take only a bit more patience than I've ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
O singer of Persephone! In the dim meadows desolate Dost thou remember Sicily? Still through the ivy flits the bee ...
Once, when I wandered in the woods alone, An old man tottered up to me and said, "Come, friend, and ...
For one, the amaryllis and the rose; The poppy, sweet as never lilies are; The ripen'd vine, that beckons as ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
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