Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Oscar Wilde Poems

1. Nay, Lord, not thus! white lilies in the spring 5/6/2015
2. The House Of Judgement 4/1/2010
3. We Are Made One with What We Touch and See 4/20/2015
4. The Artist 2/9/2015
5. Queen Henrietta Maria 5/18/2001
6. Louis Napoleon 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. Tristitiae 1/3/2003
11. Salve Saturnia Tellus 1/3/2003
12. On The Massacre Of The Christians In Bulgaria 1/3/2003
13. Libertatis Sacra Fames 5/18/2001
14. The Disciple 4/1/2010
15. The Burden Of Itys 5/18/2001
16. Tadium Vita 5/18/2001
17. Le Reveillon 5/18/2001
18. Le Jardin Des Tuileries 1/3/2003
19. Impression Du Voyage 5/18/2001
20. Santa Decca 5/18/2001
21. The Dole Of The King's Daughter (Breton) 1/3/2003
22. Quantum Mutata 5/18/2001
23. Le Panneau 1/3/2003
24. Impressions I. Les Silhouettes 5/18/2001
25. San Miniato 5/18/2001
26. Impressions Ii. La Fuite De La Lune 5/18/2001
27. Sonnet On Hearing The Dies Irae Sung In The Sistine Chapel 1/3/2003
28. Rome Unvisited 5/18/2001
29. Urbs Sacra Æterna 5/18/2001
30. Sonnet On Approaching Italy 5/18/2001
31. Impression De Voyage 1/3/2003
32. To Milton 5/18/2001
33. Les Ballons 1/3/2003
34. Portia 5/18/2001
35. Theoretikos 5/18/2001
36. On The Sale By Auction Of Keats' Love Letters 1/3/2003
37. On Easter Day 1/3/2003
38. A Villanelle 4/1/2010
39. The Doer Of Good 4/1/2010
40. Taedium Vitae 1/3/2003
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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Le Panneau

Under the rose-tree's dancing shade
There stands a little ivory girl,
Pulling the leaves of pink and pearl
With pale green nails of polished jade.

The red leaves fall upon the mould,
The white leaves flutter, one by one,
Down to a blue bowl where the sun,
Like a great dragon, writhes in gold.

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