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Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900)

  • A Vision
       Two crownčd Kings, and One that stood alone
  • Amor Intellectualis
       Oft have we trod the vales of Castaly
  • Apologia
       Is it thy will that I should wax and wane,
  • At Verona
       How steep the stairs within Kings' houses are
  • Athanasia
       To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught
  • Ava Maria Plena Gratia
       Was this His coming! I had hoped to see
  • Ave Imperatrix
       Set in this stormy Northern sea,
  • Ballade De Marguerite
        I am weary of lying within the chase
  • By The Arno
       The oleander on the wall
  • Camma
       As one who poring on a Grecian urn
  • Chanson
       A ring of gold and a milk-white dove
  • Charmides
       He was a Grecian lad, who coming home
  • E Tenebris
        COME down, O Christ, and help me! reach thy hand,
  • Easter Day
        THE silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
  • Endymion
        THE apple trees are hung with gold,
  • Fabien Dei Franchi
        THE silent room, the heavy creeping shade,
  • Helas!
        TO drift with every passion till my soul
  • Her Voice
        THE wild bee reels from bough to bough
  • Humanitad
        IT is full Winter now: the trees are bare,
  • Impression Du Matin
        THE Thames nocturne of blue and gold
  • Impression Du Voyage
        THE sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky
  • Impressions I. Les Silhouettes
        THE sea is flecked with bars of grey
  • Impressions II. La Fuite De La Lune
        TO outer senses there is peace,
  • In The Gold Room
        HER ivory hands on the ivory keys
  • Italia
        ITALIA! thou art fallen, though with sheen
  • La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente
        MY limbs are wasted with a flame,
  • Le Reveillon
        THE sky is laced with fitful red,
  • Libertatis Sacra Fames
        ALBEIT nurtured in democracy,
  • Louis Napoleon
        EAGLE of Austerlitz! where were thy wings
  • Madonna Mia
        A LILY-GIRL, not made for this world's pain,
  • Magdalen Walks
        THE little white clouds are racing over the sky,
  • My Voice
        WITHIN this restless, hurried, modern world
  • Panthea
        NAY, let us walk from fire unto fire,
  • Phźdre
        How vain and dull this common world must seem
  • Portia
        I MARVEL not Bassanio was so bold
  • Quantum Mutata
        THERE was a time in Europe long ago
  • Queen Henrietta Maria
        IN the lone tent, waiting for victory,
  • Quia Multum Amavi
        DEAR Heart I think the young impassioned priest
  • Requiescat
        TREAD lightly, she is near
  • Rome Unvisited
        THE corn has turned from grey to red,
  • San Miniato
        SEE, I have climbed the mountain side
  • Santa Decca
        THE Gods are dead: no longer do we bring
  • Serenade
        THE western wind is blowing fair
  • Silentium Amoris
        AS oftentimes the too resplendent sun
  • Sonnet
        CHRIST, dost thou live indeed? or are thy bones
  • Sonnet On Approaching Italy
        I REACHED the Alps: the soul within me burned
  • Sonnet On Hearing The Dies Ira Sung In The Sistine Chapel
        NAY, Lord, not thus! white lilies in the spring,
  • Sonnet To Liberty
        NOT that I love thy children, whose dull eyes
  • Sonnet Written In Holy Week At Genoa
        I WANDERED in Scoglietto's green retreat,
  • The Ballad Of Reading Gaol
       He did not wear his scarlet coat,
  • The Burden Of Itys
        THIS English Thames is holier far than Rome,
  • The Dole Of The King's Daughter
        SEVEN stars in the still water,
  • The Garden Of Eros
        IT is full summer now, the heart of June,
  • The Grave Of Keats
        RID of the world's injustice, and his pain,
  • The Grave Of Shelley
        LIKE burnt-out torches by a sick man's bed
  • The New Helen
        WHERE hast thou been since round the walls of Troy
  • Theocritus
        O SINGER of Persephone!
  • Theoretikos
        THIS mighty empire hath but feet of clay:
  • To Milton
        MILTON! I think thy spirit hath passed away
  • Tędium Vitę
       To stab my youth with desperate knives, to wear
  • Urbs Sacra Ęterna
        ROME! what a scroll of History thine has been
  • Vita Nuova
        I STOOD by the unvintageable sea