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 ...
(FOR MUSIC.) THE apple trees are hung with gold, And birds are loud in Arcady, The sheep lie bleating in the fold, The wild ...
Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of commonclayI had climbed the ...
WAS this His coming! I had hoped to seeA scene of wondrous glory, as was toldOf some great God who ...
A fair slim boy not made for this world's pain.With hair of gold thick clustering round his ears,And longing eyes ...
I can write no stately proemAs a prelude to my lay;From a poet to a poemI would dare to say.For ...
As often-times the too resplendent sun Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath ...
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight, - I am too young to ...
We caught the tread of dancing feet, We loitered down the moonlit street, And stopped beneath the harlot's house. Inside, ...
(To my Friend Henry Irving) The silent room, the heavy creeping shade, The dead that travel fast, the opening door, ...
A lily-girl, not made for this world's pain, With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears, And longing eyes ...
Set in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields of tide, England! what shall men say of thee, ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
The oleander on the wall Grows crimson in the dawning light, Though the grey shadows of the night Lie yet ...
The seasons send their ruin as they go, For in the spring the narciss shows its head Nor withers till ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
The western wind is blowing fair Across the dark AEgean sea, And at the secret marble stair My Tyrian galley ...
I can write no stately proem As a prelude to my lay; From a poet to a poem I would ...
The sin was mine; I did not understand. So now is music prisoned in her cave, Save where some ebbing ...
In the glad springtime when leaves were green, O merrily the throstle sings! I sought, amid the tangled sheen, Love ...
The Gods are dead: no longer do we bring To grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves! Demeter's child no more hath ...
(To L. L.) Could we dig up this long-buried treasure, Were it worth the pleasure, We never could learn love's ...
My limbs are wasted with a flame, My feet are sore with travelling, For, calling on my Lady's name, My ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
(To Ellen Terry) In the lone tent, waiting for victory, She stands with eyes marred by the mists of pain, ...
The wild bee reels from bough to bough With his furry coat and his gauzy wing, Now in a lily-cup, ...
The little white clouds are racing over the sky, And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
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