Poems by Oscar Wilde
E Tenebris
... The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame, ...
We Are Made One with What We Touch and See
... We draw the spring into our hearts, and feel that life is good ...
Quia Multum Amavi
... Through all those summer days of joy and rain, &emsp ...
The New Remorse
... Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand ...
San Miniato
... O crowned by God with thorns and pain! ...
Theoretikos
... And the rude people rage with ignorant cries &emsp ...
The Artist
... But all the bronze of the whole world had disappeared, nor anywhere ...
Fabien Dei Franchi
... For thee should lure his love, and desperate fear ...
Requiescat
... Peace, Peace, she cannot hear ...
La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente
... Green grasses through the yellow sheaves ...
Impression Du Matin
... Paul's Loomed like a bubble o'er the town ...
La Mer
... The shattered storm has left its trace ...
In The Forest
... Else moonstruck with music and madness ...
Salve Saturnia Tellus
... I watched the day, till marked with wounds of flame ...
The Harlot's House
... Went sidling through the slow quadrille ...
