Poems by Oscar Wilde
Magdalen Walks
... tale of love Till it rustles with laughter and tosses its mantle of green, ...
The New Helen
... Into the clamorous crimson waves of war!Or didst thou rule the fire-laden moon ...
Italia
... Nay! but some flame-girt Raphael shall come down, ...
Le Panneau
... With pale green nails of polished jade, ...
ENDYMION (For music)
... False moon! False moon! O waning moon! ...
Vita Nuova
... Till the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray ...
Louis Napoleon
... Fell the last scion of thy brood of Kings!Poor boy! thou shalt not flaunt thy cloak of red, ...
Apologia
... While all the forest sang of liberty,Not marking how the spotted hawk in flight ...
At Verona
... Which falls from this Hound's table, - better far ...
Holy Week At Genoa
... And the curved waves that streaked the great green bay ...
Ave Imperatrix
... Give up your prey! Give up your prey!And thou whose wounds are never healed, ...
By The Arno
... The long white fingers of the dawnFast climbing up the eastern sky ...
On The Massacre Of The Christians In Bulgaria
... Curtains the land, and through the starless night ...
The Burden Of Itys
... at its little loom, and from the dusky red-eaved shedsOf the lone Farm a flickering light shines out ...
Camma
... (To Ellen Terry)As one who poring on a Grecian urn ...
