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 ...
We are accused of terrorism:if we defended rose and womanand the mighty verse...and the blueness of sky...A dominion... nothing left ...
The long resounding marble corridors, theshining parlors with shining women inthem.The French room, with its gilt and garlandsunder plump little ...
Beside the stream that silverly steals onTo swell the song of that far-sounding seaWhich breaks upon the utmost shore of ...
Graceful, spiritual,with the gentleness of arabesquesour life is similarto the existence of fairiesthat spin in soft cadencearound nothingnessto which we sacrificethe ...
Part 1. St. Mark's hushed abbey heardThrough prayers a roar and din;A brawling voice did shout, "Knave shaveling, let me ...
Heroes of elder days! untaught to yield,Who bled for Spain on many an ancient field;Ye, that around the oaken cross ...
Beyond the gates of Hercules The seven builders took the stone, Spurned everywhere in days of ease, Long lying loose ...
It had five chimneys, had that Inn, (As every man has senses five, The while upon earth he bides alive) ...
How can it be that I forget The way he phrased my doom, When I recall the arabesques That carpeted ...
I have whetted my brain until it is like a Damascus blade, So keen that it nicks off the floating ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Ah, the aromas of that conversation, the brimming, cappuccino smile swirled in chocolate rich and cinnamoned, the gentle coffee curlicues ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
We caught the tread of dancing feet, We loitered down the moonlit street, And stopped beneath the harlot's house. Inside, ...
Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, ...
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