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 ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Is it thy will that I should wax and wane, Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey, And at ...
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