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 ...
Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of commonclayI had climbed the ...
It was night-time and He was alone.And He saw afar-off the walls of a round city and went towards thecity.And ...
Now when the darkness came over the earth Joseph of Arimathea,having lighted a torch of pinewood, passed down from the ...
I WANDERED in Scoglietto's green retreat, The oranges on each o'erhanging spray Burned as bright lamps of gold to shame the day;Some ...
The Gods are dead: no longer do we bring To grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves! Demeter's child no more hath ...
Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The sons of God fought in that great emprise? Why ...
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight, - I am too young to ...
I wandered through Scoglietto's far retreat, The oranges on each o'erhanging spray Burned as bright lamps of gold to shame ...
Set in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields of tide, England! what shall men say of thee, ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
I have no store Of gryphon-guarded gold; Now, as before, Bare is the shepherd's fold. Rubies nor pearls Have I ...
Dear Heart, I think the young impassioned priest When first he takes from out the hidden shrine His God imprisoned ...
The sea is flecked with bars of grey, The dull dead wind is out of tune, And like a withered ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
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, ...
Oft have we trod the vales of Castaly And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown From antique reeds to ...
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