Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Oscar Wilde Poems

1. Vita Nuova 5/18/2001
2. Urbs Sacra Æterna 5/18/2001
3. Under The Balcony 1/3/2003
4. Tristitiae 1/3/2003
5. To My Wife 1/3/2003
6. To Milton 5/18/2001
7. Theoretikos 5/18/2001
8. Theocritus 5/18/2001
9. The True Knowledge 1/3/2003
10. The Teacher Of Wisdom 4/1/2010
11. The Sphinx 1/3/2003
12. The New Remorse 1/3/2003
13. The New Helen 5/18/2001
14. The Master 4/1/2010
15. The Harlot's House 1/3/2003
16. The Grave Of Shelley 5/18/2001
17. The Grave Of Keats 5/18/2001
18. The Garden Of Eros 5/18/2001
19. The Dole Of The King's Daughter (Breton) 1/3/2003
20. The Doer Of Good 4/1/2010

Santa Decca

THE Gods are dead: no longer do we bring
To grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves!
Demeter's child no more hath tithe of sheaves,
And in the noon the careless shepherds sing,
For Pan is dead, and all the wantoning
By secret glade and devious haunt is o'er:
Young Hylas seeks the water-springs no more;
Great Pan is dead, and Mary's Son is King.

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