We Are Made One With What We Touch and See (Oscar Wilde Poem)
We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart’s ...
Oscar Wilde Poems (115 Poems)
Tristitiae (Oscar Wilde Poems)
O well for him who lives at ease With garnered gold in wide domain, Nor heeds the splashing of the ...
Silentium Amoris (Oscar Wilde Poems)
As often-times the too resplendent sun Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath ...
LES BALLONS (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Against these turbid turquoise skies The light and luminous balloons Dip and drift like satin moons Drift like silken butterflies; ...
Queen Henrietta Maria (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(To Ellen Terry) In the lone tent, waiting for victory, She stands with eyes marred by the mists of pain, ...
HOLY WEEK AT GENOA (Oscar Wilde Poems)
I wandered through Scoglietto's far retreat, The oranges on each o'erhanging spray Burned as bright lamps of gold to shame ...
REQUIESCAT (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden ...
The Harlot’s House (Oscar Wilde Poems)
We caught the tread of dancing feet, We loitered down the moonlit street, And stopped beneath the harlot's house. Inside, ...
ON THE SALE BY AUCTION OF KEATS’ LOVE LETTERS (Oscar Wilde Poems)
These are the letters which Endymion wrote To one he loved in secret, and apart. And now the brawlers of ...
E TENEBRIS (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach Thy hand, For I am drowning in a stormier sea Than Simon ...
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, ...
Easter Day (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The silver trumpets rang across the Dome: The people knelt upon the ground with awe: And borne upon the necks ...
Madonna Mia (Oscar Wilde Poems)
A lily-girl, not made for this world's pain, With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears, And longing eyes ...
To Milton (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Milton! I think thy spirit hath passed away From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers; This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ...
Phedre (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(To Sarah Bernhardt) How vain and dull this common world must seem To such a One as thou, who should'st ...
By The Arno (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The oleander on the wall Grows crimson in the dawning light, Though the grey shadows of the night Lie yet ...
Roses And Rue (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(To L. L.) Could we dig up this long-buried treasure, Were it worth the pleasure, We never could learn love's ...
Ravenna (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
Serenade (For Music) (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The western wind is blowing fair Across the dark AEgean sea, And at the secret marble stair My Tyrian galley ...
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 ...
ON THE MASSACRE OF THE CHRISTIANS IN BULGARIA (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Christ, dost Thou live indeed? or are Thy bones Still straitened in their rock-hewn sepulchre? And was Thy Rising only ...
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) ...
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 ...
ROME UNVISITED (Oscar Wilde Poems)
I. The corn has turned from grey to red, Since first my spirit wandered forth From the drear cities of ...
Magdalen Walks (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The little white clouds are racing over the sky, And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower ...
The Burden Of Itys (Oscar Wilde Poems)
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
To My Wife – With A Copy Of My Poems (Oscar Wilde Poems)
I can write no stately proem As a prelude to my lay; From a poet to a poem I would ...
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, ...
La Fuite De La Lune (Oscar Wilde Poems)
To outer senses there is peace, A dreamy peace on either hand Deep silence in the shadowy land, Deep silence ...
Amor Intellectualis (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Oft have we trod the vales of Castaly And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown From antique reeds to ...