Poems by Oscar Wilde
Canzonet
... No God at dawn Steals through the olive trees ...
Urbs Sacra Aeterna
... When was thy glory! when in search for power ...
Theocritus - A Villanelle
... Still by the light and laughing sea ...
A Lament
... - But well for him whose feet hath trod ...
Le Reveillon
... Wakes into flight some fluttering bird, &emsp ...
The House Of Judgement
... The hands that fed thee thou didst wound, and the breasts that gave thee suck ...
Ballad of Reading Gaol - I
... While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes ...
On Easter Day
... Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam, ...
Lotus Leaves
... IV - Up sprang the sun to run his race, ...
Athenasia
... Dead ere the world's glad youth had touched its prime, ...
The Teacher Of Wisdom
... his answers. And when his parents had given him the robe and the ring of manhood ...
The Disciple
... comfort. And when they saw that the pool had changed from a cup of sweet ...
The Master
... And kneeling on the flint stones of the Valley of Desolation he saw ...
Serenade
... Good sailor ply the labouring oar, &emsp ...
Pan
... Thy soft brown limbs, thy beard of gold, ...
