Tag Archives: Oscar Wilde Poetry

The western wind is blowing fair Across the dark AEgean …

The Gods are dead: no longer do we bring To …

SEE, I have climbed the mountain side Up to this …

(To L. L.) Could we dig up this long-buried treasure, …

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Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, …

(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June …

Dear Heart, I think the young impassioned priest When first …

(To Ellen Terry) In the lone tent, waiting for victory, …

There was a time in Europe long ago When no …

(To Ellen Terry) I marvel not Bassanio was so bold …

(To Sarah Bernhardt) How vain and dull this common world …