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 ...
(NORMANDE.)I AM weary of lying within the chaseWhen the knights are meeting in market-place.Nay, go not thou to the red-roofed ...
We are resolved into the supreme air,We are made one with what we touch and see,With our heart's blood each ...
Seven stars in the still water,And seven in the sky;Seven sins on the King's daughter,Deep in her soul to lie.Red ...
I reached the Alps: the soul within me burnedItalia, my Italia, at thy name:And when from out the mountain's heart ...
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which all winds can play,Is it for this ...
We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart’s ...
Is it thy will that I should wax and wane, Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey, And at ...
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight, - I am too young to ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
I reached the Alps: the soul within me burned, Italia, my Italia, at thy name: And when from out the ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
Seven stars in the still water, And seven in the sky; Seven sins on the King's daughter, Deep in her ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
This mighty empire hath but feet of clay: Of all its ancient chivalry and might Our little island is forsaken ...
To drift with every passion till my soul Is a stringed lute on which can winds can play, Is it ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
I am weary of lying within the chase When the knights are meeting in market-place. Nay, go not thou to ...
(To Ellen Terry) In the lone tent, waiting for victory, She stands with eyes marred by the mists of pain, ...
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