Sonnet Written In Holy Week At Genoa (Oscar Wilde Poems)
I WANDERED in Scoglietto's green retreat, The oranges on each o'erhanging spray Burned as bright lamps of gold to shame the day;Some ...
I WANDERED in Scoglietto's green retreat, The oranges on each o'erhanging spray Burned as bright lamps of gold to shame the day;Some ...
We together, and the nightAnd the winds and the wraths.We together, and I calling thee;And thy answer. Then the morning,And ...
In the grey dawn I lie within my bedStill as a frozen lake that pats no moreWith murmurous delight the ...
The idle pomp of Persian state,All ceremonious airs I hate;Your costly wreathes I would not seeTwined with laborious care for ...
THERE'S a mansion old 'mid the hills of the west,So old, that men know not by whom it was built;But ...
Heroes of elder days! untaught to yield,Who bled for Spain on many an ancient field;Ye, that around the oaken cross ...
'Twas on the morning of that fateful day When Cyrus met on Thymbra's spacious plain The mighty host by wealthy ...
Accurs?d to the Medes, as to himself, That fatal hour when,--mad with fiercest hate,-- His private wrong on one man ...
ILMARINEN'S WOOING.ILMARINEN, hero-blacksmith,The eternal metal-worker,Hastens forward to the court-roomOf the hostess of Pohyola,Of the master of the Northland,Hastens through the ...
What thing unto mine earWouldst thou convey,-what secret thing,O wandering water ever whispering?Surely thy speech shall be of her.Thou water, ...
In Syria walked a man one day And led a camel on the way. A sudden wildness seized the beast, ...
Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God. ~ Luke, xii, ...
A wave-worn boulder, with green sea-moss wrapping A silken mantle o'er its jagged sides; And silvery, seething waters softly ...
The Jewish king now walks at large and sound,Yet of our emissary Malzah hear we nothing:Go now, sweet spirit, and, ...
WE dwelt in an old palace near to Rome; It was decay'd from its magnificence, But not less beautiful than ...
WIDE are the plains-the plains that stretch to the west An ocean of trackless waste, untrodden and rude,Where an ...
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
OH thou cruel deadly-lovely maiden, Tell me what great sin have I committed, That thou keep'st me to the rack ...
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph'd ...
I wandered through Scoglietto's far retreat, The oranges on each o'erhanging spray Burned as bright lamps of gold to shame ...
And I was once like this! that glowing cheek Was mine, those pleasure-sparkling eyes, that brow Smooth as the level ...
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