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 ...
Oscar Wilde Poems on God (33 Poems)
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 ...
The Teacher Of Wisdom (Oscar Wilde Poems)
From his childhood he had been as one filled with the perfectknowledge of God, and even while he was yet ...
Lotus Leaves (Oscar Wilde Poems)
I -There is no peace beneath the moon,-Ah! in those meadows is there peaceWhere, girdled with a silver fleece,As a ...
Flower of Love (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of commonclayI had climbed the ...
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 ...
On Easter Day (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:The people knelt upon the ground with awe:And borne upon the necks of men ...
Hellas (Oscar Wilde Poems)
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which all winds can play,Is it for this ...
On the Sale by Auction of Keat’s Love-Letters (Oscar Wilde Poems)
These are the letters which Endymion wroteTo one he loved in secret and apart,And now the brawlers of the auction-martBargain ...
A Lament (Oscar Wilde Poems)
O well for him who lives at easeWith garnered gold in wide domain,Nor heeds the splashing of the rain,The crashing ...
ON THE SALE BY AUCTION OF KEATS’ LOVE LETTERS (Oscar Wilde Poems)
These are the letters which Endymion wrote To one he loved in secret, and apart. And now the brawlers of ...
To Milton (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Milton! I think thy spirit hath passed away From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers; This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ...
Santa Decca (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The Gods are dead: no longer do we bring To grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves! Demeter's child no more hath ...
E TENEBRIS (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach Thy hand, For I am drowning in a stormier sea Than Simon ...
SAN MINIATO (Oscar Wilde Poems)
See, I have climbed the mountain side Up to this holy house of God, Where once that Angel-Painter trod Who ...
Sonnet To Liberty (Oscar Wilde Poems)
These are the letters which Endymion wrote To one he loved in secret, and apart. And now the brawlers of ...
The New Helen (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The sons of God fought in that great emprise? Why ...
Tristitiae (Oscar Wilde Poems)
O well for him who lives at ease With garnered gold in wide domain, Nor heeds the splashing of the ...
Panthea (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight, - I am too young to ...
Easter Day (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The silver trumpets rang across the Dome: The people knelt upon the ground with awe: And borne upon the necks ...
HOLY WEEK AT GENOA (Oscar Wilde Poems)
I wandered through Scoglietto's far retreat, The oranges on each o'erhanging spray Burned as bright lamps of gold to shame ...
The Ballad Of Reading Gaol (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
ON THE MASSACRE OF THE CHRISTIANS IN BULGARIA (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Christ, dost Thou live indeed? or are Thy bones Still straitened in their rock-hewn sepulchre? And was Thy Rising only ...
CHARMIDES (Oscar Wilde Poems)
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
The Burden Of Itys (Oscar Wilde Poems)
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
The Garden Of Eros (Oscar Wilde Poems)
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
Camma (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(To Ellen Terry) As one who poring on a Grecian urn Scans the fair shapes some Attic hand hath made, ...
Ravenna (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
URBS SACRA AETERNA (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Rome! what a scroll of History thine has been; In the first days thy sword republican Ruled the whole world ...
The Sphinx (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...