Ballad of Reading Gaol – I (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Version IHe 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 ...
The Alps of the Tyrol are dark with pines,Where, foaming under the mountain spines,The Inn's long water sounds and shines.Beyond, ...
"I have twankled the strings of the twinkering rain; I have burnished the meteor's mail; I have bridled the wind When he whinnied ...
AFTER LEE O. HARRISThe master-hand whose pencils trace This wondrous landscape of the morn,Is but the sun, whose glowing faceReflects the ...
I. When my dreams come true--when my dreams come true-- Shall I lean from out my casement, in the starlight and the ...
PEARL-SLASHED and purple and crimson and fringed with gray mist of the hills, The pennons of morning advance to the ...
Time's finger on the dial of my lifePoints to high noon! and yet the half-spent dayLeaves less than half remaining, ...
To E. E. CummingsI see the horses and the sad streetsOf my childhood in an agate eyeRoving, under the clean ...
Pan came out of the woods one day,-- His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray, The gray ...
Time's finger on the dial of my life Points to high noon! And yet the half-spent day Leaves less than ...
In the upstairs hallway, complacent sunlight stings the walls with gold and translucent almond over Turkish runners betraying patterns faded ...
Never, never again? Not on nights filled with quivering stars, or during dawn's maiden brightness or afternoons of sacrifice? Or ...
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