Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Oscar Wilde Poems

81. Sonnet To Liberty 5/18/2001
82. Sonnet Written In Holy Week At Genoa 12/31/2002
83. Symphony In Yellow 1/3/2003
84. Tadium Vita 5/18/2001
85. Taedium Vitae 1/3/2003
86. The Artist 2/9/2015
87. The Ballad Of Reading Gaol 5/18/2001
88. The Burden Of Itys 5/18/2001
89. The Disciple 4/1/2010
90. The Doer Of Good 4/1/2010
91. The Dole Of The King's Daughter (Breton) 1/3/2003
92. The Garden Of Eros 5/18/2001
93. The Grave Of Keats 5/18/2001
94. The Grave Of Shelley 5/18/2001
95. The Harlot's House 1/3/2003
96. The House Of Judgement 4/1/2010
97. The Master 4/1/2010
98. The New Helen 5/18/2001
99. The New Remorse 1/3/2003
100. The Sphinx 1/3/2003
101. The Teacher Of Wisdom 4/1/2010
102. The True Knowledge 1/3/2003
103. Theocritus 5/18/2001
104. Theoretikos 5/18/2001
105. To Milton 5/18/2001
106. To My Wife 1/3/2003
107. Tristitiae 1/3/2003
108. Under The Balcony 1/3/2003
109. Urbs Sacra Æterna 5/18/2001
110. Vita Nuova 5/18/2001
111. We Are Made One with What We Touch and See 4/20/2015
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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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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