Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Oscar Wilde Poems

81. Athanasia 1/3/2003
82. E Tenebris 5/18/2001
83. Roses And Rue 1/3/2003
84. The Grave Of Keats 5/18/2001
85. Ave Imperatrix 5/18/2001
86. The True Knowledge 1/3/2003
87. Sonnet To Liberty 5/18/2001
88. Chanson 5/18/2001
89. Easter Day 5/18/2001
90. By The Arno 5/18/2001
91. Ravenna 1/3/2003
92. Greece 1/3/2003
93. Desespoir 1/3/2003
94. To My Wife 1/3/2003
95. The Harlot's House 1/3/2003
96. A Fragment 4/1/2010
97. At Verona 5/18/2001
98. Requiescat 5/18/2001
99. My Voice 5/18/2001
100. Apologia 5/18/2001
101. A Lament 4/1/2010
102. Camma 5/18/2001
103. Symphony In Yellow 1/3/2003
104. In The Forest 1/3/2003
105. Ava Maria Plena Gratia 5/18/2001
106. Amor Intellectualis 5/18/2001
107. The Ballad Of Reading Gaol 5/18/2001
108. Flower Of Love 1/3/2003
109. A Vision 5/18/2001
110. Her Voice 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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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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