Endymion (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(FOR MUSIC.) THE apple trees are hung with gold, And birds are loud in Arcady, The sheep lie bleating in the fold, The wild ...
(FOR MUSIC.) THE apple trees are hung with gold, And birds are loud in Arcady, The sheep lie bleating in the fold, The wild ...
I -There is no peace beneath the moon,-Ah! in those meadows is there peaceWhere, girdled with a silver fleece,As a ...
The sky is laced with fitful red, The circling mists and shadows flee, The dawn is rising from the sea, ...
(To L. L.) Could we dig up this long-buried treasure, Were it worth the pleasure, We never could learn love's ...
Nay, Lord, not thus! white lilies in the spring, Sad olive-groves, or silver-breasted dove, Teach me more clearly of Thy ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
The Thames nocturne of blue and gold Changed to a Harmony in grey: A barge with ochre-coloured hay Dropt from ...
The little white clouds are racing over the sky, And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower ...
Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The sons of God fought in that great emprise? Why ...
The apple trees are hung with gold, And birds are loud in Arcady, The sheep lie bleating in the fold, ...
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