Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)


HE apple trees are hung with gold, And birds are loud in Arcady, The sheep lie bleating in the fold, The wild goat runs across the wold, But yesterday his love he told, I know he will come back to me...
Читать дальше


The sea was sapphire coloured, and the
Burned like a heated opal through the air;
We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing
For the blue lands that to the eastward lie
Читать дальше

To My Wife With a Copy of My Poems

I can write no stately
As a prelude to my lay;
From a poet to a poemI would dare to say
For if of these fallen
Читать дальше

The True Knowledge

Thou knowest all;
I seek in
What lands to till or sow with seed -The land is black with briar and weed,
Nor cares for falling tears or rain
Читать дальше

My Voice

IN this restless, hurried, modern world We took our hearts' full pleasure;
You and I, And now the white sails of our ship are furled, And spent the lading of our argosy
Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan, For very weeping is m...
Читать дальше

From Spring Days to Winter For Music

In the glad springtime when leaves were green,
O merrily the throstle sings
I sought, amid the tangled sheen,
Love whom mine eyes had never seen,
Читать дальше

Symphony In Yellow

An omnibus across the
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
And, here and there a
Shows like a little restless midge
Читать дальше
Показать больше

Мы используем cookies, чтобы вам было проще и удобнее пользоваться нашим сервисом. Узнать больше.