Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Oscar Wilde Poems

1. The House Of Judgement 4/1/2010
2. We Are Made One with What We Touch and See -new- 4/20/2015
3. The Artist 2/9/2015
4. Louis Napoleon 5/18/2001
5. Salve Saturnia Tellus 1/3/2003
6. Queen Henrietta Maria 5/18/2001
7. Sonnet Written In Holy Week At Genoa 12/31/2002
8. Quia Multum Amavi 5/18/2001
9. Theocritus 5/18/2001
10. Tadium Vita 5/18/2001
11. Libertatis Sacra Fames 5/18/2001
12. Santa Decca 5/18/2001
13. Le Reveillon 5/18/2001
14. Rome Unvisited 5/18/2001
15. Sonnet On Approaching Italy 5/18/2001
16. Quantum Mutata 5/18/2001
17. Tristitiae 1/3/2003
18. San Miniato 5/18/2001
19. The Disciple 4/1/2010
20. The Burden Of Itys 5/18/2001
21. Le Panneau 1/3/2003
22. Urbs Sacra Æterna 5/18/2001
23. Fabien Dei Franchi 5/18/2001
24. Les Ballons 1/3/2003
25. Portia 5/18/2001
26. The Teacher Of Wisdom 4/1/2010
27. On The Massacre Of The Christians In Bulgaria 1/3/2003
28. The Dole Of The King's Daughter (Breton) 1/3/2003
29. On The Sale By Auction Of Keats' Love Letters 1/3/2003
30. Sonnet On Hearing The Dies Irae Sung In The Sistine Chapel 1/3/2003
31. Impressions I. Les Silhouettes 5/18/2001
32. Impression Du Voyage 5/18/2001
33. To Milton 5/18/2001
34. The Doer Of Good 4/1/2010
35. Phedre 1/3/2003
36. Theoretikos 5/18/2001
37. Magdalen Walks 5/18/2001
38. Impression De Voyage 1/3/2003
39. The Master 4/1/2010
40. A Villanelle 4/1/2010
Best Poem of Oscar Wilde

Her Voice

THE wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow
I made that vow,

Swore that two lives should be like one
As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,
As long as the sunflower sought the sun,--
It shall be, I said, for eternity
...

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Quantum Mutata

THERE was a time in Europe long ago
When no man died for freedom anywhere,
But England's lion leaping from its lair
Laid hands on the oppressor! it was so
While England could a great Republic show.
Witness the men of Piedmont, chiefest care
Of Cromwell, when with impotent despair
The Pontiff in his painted portico
Trembled before our stern ambassadors.

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