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 ...
Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of commonclayI had climbed the ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Albeit nurtured in democracy, And liking best that state republican Where every man is Kinglike and no man Is crowned ...
(To Ellen Terry) In the lone tent, waiting for victory, She stands with eyes marred by the mists of pain, ...
Eagle of Austerlitz! where were thy wings When far away upon a barbarous strand, In fight unequal, by an obscure ...
Is it thy will that I should wax and wane, Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey, And at ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
This mighty empire hath but feet of clay: Of all its ancient chivalry and might Our little island is forsaken ...
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