Poems by Oscar Wilde
Silentium Amoris
... Else it were better we should part, and go, ...
Le Jardin Des Tuileries
... And sometimes, while the old nurse cons ...
Wasted Days
... Still the boy dreams: nor knows that night is nigh, ...
The Ballad of Reading Gaol
... While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes ...
Sonnet To Liberty
... That small and sickly eyes may glare and gloat ...
With A Copy Of 'A House Of Pomegranates'
... May find that golden maidens dance through thee ...
My Voice
... And now the white sails of our ship are furled, ...
Sonnet On Approaching Italy
... I watched the day, till marked with wounds of flame ...
Symphony In Yellow
... Are moored against the shadowy wharf, ...
Les Silhouettes
... The young brown-throated reapers pass, ...
From Spring Days To Winter (For Music)
... O the glad dove has golden wings!But now with snow the tree is grey, ...
The True Knowledge
... I cannot see. I trust I shall not live in vain, ...
Tristitiae
... But well for him whose foot hath trod ...
Easter Day
... And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears ...
Her Voice
... Ah! can it be We have lived our lives in a land of dreams! ...
