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