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. Quia Multum Amavi 5/18/2001
8. Theocritus 5/18/2001
9. Tristitiae 1/3/2003
10. On The Massacre Of The Christians In Bulgaria 1/3/2003
11. Tadium Vita 5/18/2001
12. The Burden Of Itys 5/18/2001
13. Libertatis Sacra Fames 5/18/2001
14. The Disciple 4/1/2010
15. Le Reveillon 5/18/2001
16. Le Jardin Des Tuileries 1/3/2003
17. Impression Du Voyage 5/18/2001
18. The Dole Of The King's Daughter (Breton) 1/3/2003
19. Salve Saturnia Tellus 1/3/2003
20. Quantum Mutata 5/18/2001
21. Le Panneau 1/3/2003
22. Impressions I. Les Silhouettes 5/18/2001
23. To Milton 5/18/2001
24. Impressions Ii. La Fuite De La Lune 5/18/2001
25. Santa Decca 5/18/2001
26. Urbs Sacra Æterna 5/18/2001
27. Fabien Dei Franchi 5/18/2001
28. Les Ballons 1/3/2003
29. The Teacher Of Wisdom 4/1/2010
30. Theoretikos 5/18/2001
31. On The Sale By Auction Of Keats' Love Letters 1/3/2003
32. Sonnet Written In Holy Week At Genoa 12/31/2002
33. Le Jardin 1/3/2003
34. On Easter Day 1/3/2003
35. The Doer Of Good 4/1/2010
36. The Master 4/1/2010
37. Phedre 1/3/2003
38. A Villanelle 4/1/2010
39. Pan 1/3/2003
40. Under The Balcony 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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