Oscar Wilde

1854-1900 / Male / Irish
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Amor IntellectualisOft have we trod the vales of Castaly / And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown / From antique reeds to common folk unknown:
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ApologiaIs it thy will that I should wax and wane, / Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey, / And at thy pleasure weave that web of pain
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AthanasiaTo that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught / Of all the great things men have saved from Time, / The withered body of a girl was brought
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At VeronaHow steep the stairs within Kings’ houses are / For exile-wearied feet as mine to tread, / And O how salt and bitter is the bread
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Ave ImperatrixSet in this stormy Northern sea, / Queen of these restless fields of tide, / England! what shall men say of thee,
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Ave Maria Gratia PlenaWas this His coming! I had hoped to see / A scene of wondrous glory, as was told / Of some great God who in a rain of gold
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A VisionTwo crowned Kings, and One that stood alone / With no green weight of laurels round his head, / But with sad eyes as one uncomforted,
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Ballade De Marguerite (Normande)I am weary of lying within the chase / When the knights are meeting in market-place. / Nay, go not thou to the red-roofed town
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By The ArnoThe oleander on the wall / Grows crimson in the dawning light, / Though the grey shadows of the night
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Camma(To Ellen Terry) / As one who poring on a Grecian urn / Scans the fair shapes some Attic hand hath made,
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