Chanson (Oscar Wilde Poems)
A ring of gold and a milk-white dove Are goodly gifts for thee, And a hempen rope for your own ...
Oscar Wilde Poems (115 Poems)
Desespoir (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The seasons send their ruin as they go, For in the spring the narciss shows its head Nor withers till ...
Ballade De Marguerite (Normande) (Oscar Wilde Poems)
I am weary of lying within the chase When the knights are meeting in market-place. Nay, go not thou to ...
LOUIS NAPOLEON (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Eagle of Austerlitz! where were thy wings When far away upon a barbarous strand, In fight unequal, by an obscure ...
Les Silhouettes (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The sea is flecked with bars of grey, The dull dead wind is out of tune, And like a withered ...
Sonnet On Hearing The Dies Irae Sung In The Sistine Chapel (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Nay, Lord, not thus! white lilies in the spring, Sad olive-groves, or silver-breasted dove, Teach me more clearly of Thy ...
In The Gold Room – A Harmony (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Her ivory hands on the ivory keys Strayed in a fitful fantasy, Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees ...
Under The Balcony (Oscar Wilde Poems)
O beautiful star with the crimson mouth! O moon with the brows of gold! Rise up, rise up, from the ...
Apologia (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Is it thy will that I should wax and wane, Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey, And at ...
Impression – Le Reveillon (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The sky is laced with fitful red, The circling mists and shadows flee, The dawn is rising from the sea, ...
Nay, Lord, not thus! white lilies in the spring, (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Seven stars in the still water, And seven in the sky; Seven sins on the King's daughter, Deep in her ...
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? ...
Libertatis Sacra Fames (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Albeit nurtured in democracy, And liking best that state republican Where every man is Kinglike and no man Is crowned ...
AT VERONA (Oscar Wilde Poems)
How steep the stairs within King's houses are For exile-wearied feet as mine to tread, And O how salt and ...
From Spring Days To Winter (For Music) (Oscar Wilde Poems)
In the glad springtime when leaves were green, O merrily the throstle sings! I sought, amid the tangled sheen, Love ...
LE JARDIN DES TUILERIES (Oscar Wilde Poems)
This winter air is keen and cold, And keen and cold this winter sun, But round my chair the children ...
HUMANITAD (Oscar Wilde Poems)
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Quantum Mutata (Oscar Wilde Poems)
There was a time in Europe long ago When no man died for freedom anywhere, But England's lion leaping from ...
Panthea (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight, - I am too young to ...
The True Knowledge (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Thou knowest all; I seek in vain What lands to till or sow with seed - The land is black ...
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 ...
LE JARDIN (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The lily's withered chalice falls Around its rod of dusty gold, And from the beech-trees on the wold The last ...
The Grave Of Shelley (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Like burnt-out torches by a sick man's bed Gaunt cypress-trees stand round the sun-bleached stone; Here doth the little night-owl ...
Fabien Dei Franchi (Oscar Wilde Poems)
(To my Friend Henry Irving) The silent room, the heavy creeping shade, The dead that travel fast, the opening door, ...
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 ...