Category Archives: Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

poem – le jardin

The lily’s withered chalice falls Around its rod of dusty gold, And from the beech-trees on the wold The last wood-pigeon coos and calls. The gaudy leonine sunflower Hangs black and barren on its stalk, And down the windy garden … Continue reading

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poem – louis napoleon

EAGLE of Austerlitz! where were thy wings When far away upon a barbarous strand, In fight unequal, by an obscure hand, Fell the last scion of thy brood of Kings! Poor boy! thou wilt not flaunt thy cloak of red, … Continue reading

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poem – on easter day

The silver trumpets rang across the Dome: The people knelt upon the ground with awe: And borne upon the necks of men I saw, Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome. Priest-like, he wore a robe more white … Continue reading

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poem – pan

1 O goat-foot God of Arcady! This modern world is grey and old, And what remains to us of thee? No more the shepherd lads in glee Throw apples at thy wattled fold, O goat-foot God of Arcady! Nor through … Continue reading

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poem – the disciple

When Narcissus died the pool of his pleasure changed from a cup of sweet waters into a cup of salt tears, and the Oreads came weeping through the woodland that they might sing to the pool and give it comfort. … Continue reading

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poem – lotus leaves

I – There is no peace beneath the moon,- Ah! in those meadows is there peace Where, girdled with a silver fleece, As a bright shepherd, strays the moon? – Queen of the gardens of the sky, Where stars like … Continue reading

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poem – the master

Now when the darkness came over the earth Joseph of Arimathea, having lighted a torch of pinewood, passed down from the hill into the valley. For he had business in his own home. And kneeling on the flint stones of … Continue reading

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