Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Oscar Wilde Poems

61. Le Panneau 1/3/2003
62. Le Jardin Des Tuileries 1/3/2003
63. Le Jardin 1/3/2003
64. La Mer 1/3/2003
65. La Fuite De La Lune 1/3/2003
66. La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente 5/18/2001
67. Italia 5/18/2001
68. In the Gold Room - a Harmony 1/3/2003
69. In The Forest 1/3/2003
70. Impressions II. La Fuite De La Lune 5/18/2001
71. Impressions I. Les Silhouettes 5/18/2001
72. Impression Du Voyage 5/18/2001
73. Impression Du Matin 5/18/2001
74. Impression de Voyage 1/3/2003
75. Impression - Le Reveillon 1/3/2003
76. Humanitad 5/18/2001
77. Holy Week at Genoa 1/3/2003
78. Her Voice 5/18/2001
79. Helas! 5/18/2001
80. Greece 1/3/2003

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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