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 ...
Oscar Wilde Poems on World (19 Poems)
Ballad of Reading Gaol – I (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Version IHe did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his handsWhen ...
The Teacher Of Wisdom (Oscar Wilde Poems)
From his childhood he had been as one filled with the perfectknowledge of God, and even while he was yet ...
Athenasia (Oscar Wilde Poems)
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naughtOf all the great things men have saved from Time,The withered ...
Pan (Oscar Wilde Poems)
1.O goat-foot God of Arcady!This modern world is grey and old,And what remains to us of thee?No more the shepherd ...
Ave Imperatrix (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Set in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields of tide, England! what shall men say of thee, ...
Camma (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(To Ellen Terry) As one who poring on a Grecian urn Scans the fair shapes some Attic hand hath made, ...
The Ballad Of Reading Gaol (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
Her Voice (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The wild bee reels from bough to bough With his furry coat and his gauzy wing, Now in a lily-cup, ...
The Grave Of Keats (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Rid of the world's injustice, and his pain, He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue: Taken from life ...
The Garden Of Eros (Oscar Wilde Poems)
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
Ravenna (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
The Sphinx (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
DOUBLE VILLANELLE (Oscar Wilde Poems)
I. O goat-foot God of Arcady! This modern world is grey and old, And what remains to us of thee? ...
HUMANITAD (Oscar Wilde Poems)
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Athanasia (Oscar Wilde Poems)
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught Of all the great things men have saved from Time, ...
SAN MINIATO (Oscar Wilde Poems)
See, I have climbed the mountain side Up to this holy house of God, Where once that Angel-Painter trod Who ...
The New Helen (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The sons of God fought in that great emprise? Why ...
Panthea (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight, - I am too young to ...