Oscar Wilde

A Fragment Beautiful star with the crimson lips A Lament O well for him who lives at ease Amor Intellectualis OFT have we trod the vales of Castaly An Inscription Go little book, Apologia IS it thy will that I should wax and wane, Athanasia To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught At Verona HOW steep the stairs within Kings' houses are Ava Maria Plena Gratia WAS this His coming! I had hoped to see Ave Imperatrix SET in this stormy Northern sea, A Villanelle O singer of Persephone! A Vision Two crowned Kings, and One that stood alone Ballade De Marguerite (NORMANDE.) Ballade De Marguerite (Normande) I am weary of lying within the chase By The Arno THE oleander on the wall Camma AS one who poring on a Grecian urn Canzonet I have no store Chanson A RING of gold and a milk-white dove Charmides HE was a Grecian lad, who coming home Desespoir The seasons send their ruin as they go, Double Villanelle I. Easter Day THE silver trumpets rang across the Dome: Endymion THE apple trees are hung with gold, E Tenebris COME down, O Christ, and help me! reach thy hand, Fabien Dei Franchi THE silent room, the heavy creeping shade, Flower Of Love Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common From Spring Days To Winter (For Music) In the glad springtime when leaves were green, Greece The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky Helas! To drift with every passion till my soul Her Voice THE wild bee reels from bough to bough Holy Week At Genoa I wandered through Scoglietto's far retreat, Humanitad IT is full Winter now: the trees are bare, Impression De Voyage The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky Impression Du Matin THE Thames nocturne of blue and gold Impression Du Voyage THE sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky Impression - Le Reveillon The sky is laced with fitful red, Impressions Ii. La Fuite De La Lune TO outer senses there is peace, Impressions I. Les Silhouettes THE sea is flecked with bars of grey In The Forest Out of the mid-wood's twilight In The Gold Room - A Harmony Her ivory hands on the ivory keys Italia ITALIA! thou art fallen, though with sheen La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente MY limbs are wasted with a flame, La Fuite De La Lune To outer senses there is peace, La Mer A white mist drifts across the shrouds, Le Jardin The lily's withered chalice falls Le Jardin Des Tuileries This winter air is keen and cold, Le Panneau Under the rose-tree's dancing shade Le Reveillon THE sky is laced with fitful red, Les Ballons Against these turbid turquoise skies Les Silhouettes The sea is flecked with bars of grey, Libertatis Sacra Fames ALBEIT nurtured in democracy, Lotus Leaves I - Louis Napoleon EAGLE of Austerlitz! where were thy wings Madonna Mia A LILY-GIRL, not made for this world's pain, Magdalen Walks THE little white clouds are racing over the sky, My Voice WITHIN this restless, hurried, modern world Nay, Lord, not thus! white lilies in the spring Seven stars in the still water, On Easter Day The silver trumpets rang across the Dome: On The Massacre Of The Christians In Bulgaria Christ, dost Thou live indeed? or are Thy bones On The Sale By Auction Of Keats' Love Letters These are the letters which Endymion wrote Pan 1. Panthea NAY, let us walk from fire unto fire, Phedre (To Sarah Bernhardt) Portia I MARVEL not Bassanio was so bold Quantum Mutata THERE was a time in Europe long ago Queen Henrietta Maria IN the lone tent, waiting for victory, Quia Multum Amavi DEAR Heart I think the young impassioned priest Ravenna To my friend George Fleming author of 'The Nile Novel' and Requiescat TREAD lightly, she is near Rome Unvisited I. Roses And Rue Could we dig up this long-buried treasure, Salve Saturnia Tellus I reached the Alps: the soul within me burned San Miniato SEE, I have climbed the mountain side Santa Decca THE Gods are dead: no longer do we bring Serenade THE western wind is blowing fair Silentium Amoris AS oftentimes the too resplendent sun Sonnet CHRIST, dost thou live indeed? or are thy bones Sonnet On Approaching Italy I REACHED the Alps: the soul within me burned Sonnet On Hearing The Dies Irae Sung In The Sistine Chapel Nay, Lord, not thus! white lilies in the spring, Sonnet To Liberty NOT that I love thy children, whose dull eyes Sonnet Written In Holy Week At Genoa I WANDERED in Scoglietto's green retreat, Symphony In Yellow An omnibus across the bridge Tadium Vita TO stab my youth with desperate knives, to wear Taedium Vitae To stab my youth with desperate knives, to wear The Artist One evening there came into his soul the desire to fashion an image of The Pleasure that abideth for a Moment. And he went forth into the world to look for bronze. For he could only think in bronze. The Ballad Of Reading Gaol (In memoriam The Ballad Of Reading Gaol (Version II) Version II The Burden Of Itys THIS English Thames is holier far than Rome, The Disciple When Narcissus died the pool of his pleasure changed from a cup of The Doer Of Good It was night-time and He was alone. The Dole Of The King's Daughter (Breton) Seven stars in the still water, The Garden Of Eros IT is full summer now, the heart of June, The Grave Of Keats RID of the world's injustice, and his pain, The Grave Of Shelley LIKE burnt-out torches by a sick man's bed The Harlot's House We caught the tread of dancing feet, The House Of Judgement And there was silence in the House of Judgment, and the Man came The Master Now when the darkness came over the earth Joseph of Arimathea, The New Helen WHERE hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The New Remorse The sin was mine; I did not understand. Theocritus O SINGER of Persephone! Theoretikos THIS mighty empire hath but feet of clay: The Sphinx In a dim corner of my room for longer than The Teacher Of Wisdom From his childhood he had been as one filled with the perfect The True Knowledge Thou knowest all; I seek in vain To Milton MILTON! I think thy spirit hath passed away To My Wife With a Copy of My Poems Tristitiae O well for him who lives at ease Under The Balcony O beautiful star with the crimson mouth! Urbs Sacra Æterna ROME! what a scroll of History thine has been Vita Nuova I STOOD by the unvintageable sea We Are Made One with What We Touch and See We are resolved into the supreme air,