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. Louis Napoleon 5/18/2001
6. Salve Saturnia Tellus 1/3/2003
7. Queen Henrietta Maria 5/18/2001
8. Tadium Vita 5/18/2001
9. Sonnet Written In Holy Week At Genoa 12/31/2002
10. Quia Multum Amavi 5/18/2001
11. Theocritus 5/18/2001
12. Rome Unvisited 5/18/2001
13. On The Massacre Of The Christians In Bulgaria 1/3/2003
14. Libertatis Sacra Fames 5/18/2001
15. Sonnet On Approaching Italy 5/18/2001
16. To Milton 5/18/2001
17. The Burden Of Itys 5/18/2001
18. The Doer Of Good 4/1/2010
19. Tristitiae 1/3/2003
20. Le Jardin Des Tuileries 1/3/2003
21. Impression Du Voyage 5/18/2001
22. Santa Decca 5/18/2001
23. Quantum Mutata 5/18/2001
24. Le Panneau 1/3/2003
25. Impressions I. Les Silhouettes 5/18/2001
26. San Miniato 5/18/2001
27. Impressions Ii. La Fuite De La Lune 5/18/2001
28. Sonnet On Hearing The Dies Irae Sung In The Sistine Chapel 1/3/2003
29. Le Reveillon 5/18/2001
30. Urbs Sacra Æterna 5/18/2001
31. Les Ballons 1/3/2003
32. Portia 5/18/2001
33. A Villanelle 4/1/2010
34. The Teacher Of Wisdom 4/1/2010
35. Le Jardin 1/3/2003
36. On The Sale By Auction Of Keats' Love Letters 1/3/2003
37. The New Helen 5/18/2001
38. On Easter Day 1/3/2003
39. The Disciple 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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