Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Oscar Wilde Poems

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

Read the full of Her Voice

San Miniato

SEE, I have climbed the mountain side
Up to this holy house of God,
Where once that Angel-Painter trod
Who saw the heavens opened wide,

And throned upon the crescent moon
The Virginal white Queen of Grace,--
Mary! could I but see thy face
Death could not come at all too soon.

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