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