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 4/20/2015
3. The Artist 2/9/2015
4. Nay, Lord, not thus! white lilies in the spring 5/6/2015
5. Louis Napoleon 5/18/2001
6. Queen Henrietta Maria 5/18/2001
7. Tadium Vita 5/18/2001
8. Quia Multum Amavi 5/18/2001
9. Sonnet Written In Holy Week At Genoa 12/31/2002
10. Theocritus 5/18/2001
11. Tristitiae 1/3/2003
12. The Burden Of Itys 5/18/2001
13. Libertatis Sacra Fames 5/18/2001
14. Le Reveillon 5/18/2001
15. Le Jardin Des Tuileries 1/3/2003
16. Santa Decca 5/18/2001
17. Salve Saturnia Tellus 1/3/2003
18. Impression Du Voyage 5/18/2001
19. The Dole Of The King's Daughter (Breton) 1/3/2003
20. Quantum Mutata 5/18/2001
21. Le Panneau 1/3/2003
22. The Disciple 4/1/2010
23. San Miniato 5/18/2001
24. Impressions I. Les Silhouettes 5/18/2001
25. Impressions Ii. La Fuite De La Lune 5/18/2001
26. Sonnet On Approaching Italy 5/18/2001
27. Fabien Dei Franchi 5/18/2001
28. To Milton 5/18/2001
29. Les Ballons 1/3/2003
30. On The Massacre Of The Christians In Bulgaria 1/3/2003
31. Portia 5/18/2001
32. Theoretikos 5/18/2001
33. Le Jardin 1/3/2003
34. On Easter Day 1/3/2003
35. Rome Unvisited 5/18/2001
36. Sonnet On Hearing The Dies Irae Sung In The Sistine Chapel 1/3/2003
37. Taedium Vitae 1/3/2003
38. Urbs Sacra Æterna 5/18/2001
39. Phedre 1/3/2003
40. Italia 5/18/2001
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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