Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde

Dublin / Ireland
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Oscar Wilde
Dublin / Ireland
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Friday, May 18, 2001

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AS one who poring on a Grecian urn
Scans the fair shapes some Attic hand hath made,
God with slim goddess, goodly man with maid,
And for their beauty's sake is loth to turn
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Joseph-ybholy Chikeleze 27 September 2014

i love this poem so much

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Douglas Scotney 27 September 2013

Is it that art has begun to make him sick? or just Greek art?

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Liliana ~el 27 September 2013

Seems well-structured. I need some background knowledge though :)

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Karen Sinclair 27 September 2012

I adore the first two lines as i believe he is suggesting the form he lays eyes on was made by some attic hand (god) and he compares the form to the greek gods....antique limbed and stern? (he questions) ... interesting, i think maybe the silence after an argument....it seems he then toys with the idea of fun and amusement but by the end (to me) it seems he is just resigned and lost interest in the shallowest forms and places....... the world thine actium (final battle) and me thine anthony (defeated) suggesting he knew he was always going to adore the subject no matter what his sense told him......this is so real and contemporary... plz note this is just my perception and first reaction....tyvm karen

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Ramesh T A 27 September 2011

Love passion has brought down many empires in old Greek as well as in Egypt one comes to know from World History and as in the Urns of the past searching in antic shops! Real passion is far more better than old sickening passion that is quite unreal indeed!

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Oscar Wilde

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