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