Poems by Oscar Wilde
Libertatis Sacra Fames
... For no right cause, beneath whose ignorant reign ...
On the Sale by Auction of Keat's Love-Letters
... The merchant's price! I think they love not art ...
Ballad of Reading Gaol II
... While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes ...
Santa Decca
... Demeter's child no more hath tithe of sheaves, ...
To Milton
... From these white cliffs, and high-embattled towers ...
Hellas
... Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play, ...
Roses and Rue
... Could we dig up this long-buried treasure, ...
Impression de Voyage
... From the steep prow I marked with quickening eye ...
Impression - Le Reveillon
... And all the branches streaked with gold ...
Rome Unvisited
... And wandering through the tangled pines ...
Endymion
... Thou hast the lips that should be kissed! ...
To My Wife With a Copy of My Poems
... Love will waft it till it settles ...
Portia
... The sober-suited lawyer's gown you donned &emsp ...
Flower of Love
... wasted days, I have found the lover's crown of myrtle better than the poet's crown of bays ...
Panthea
... The soul earth's earliest conqueror becomes earth's last great prey ...
