Oscar Wilde

CHRIST, dost thou live indeed? or are thy bones
Still straightened in their rock-hewn sepulchre?
And was thy Rising only dreamed by Her
Whose love of thee for all her sin atones?…

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 the Valley of Desolation he saw
a young man who was naked and weeping. His hair was the colour of…

MILTON! I think thy spirit hath passed away
From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers;
This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ours
Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey,…

ME down,
O Christ, and help me! reach thy hand,
For I am drowning in a stormier sea
Than Simon on thy lake of Galilee:

ILes SilhouettesThe sea is flecked with bars of grey,
The dull dead wind is out of tune,
And like a withered leaf the moon
Is blown across the stormy bay.Etched clear upon the pallid sand…

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.…

Could we dig up this long-buried treasure,
Were it worth the pleasure,
We never could learn love's song,
We are parted too

ILes silhouettesМорская зыбь в полосках серых. -
Унылый вихрь не в ритме с ней.
Луна, как лист осенних дней,
Летит по ветру в бурных шхерах.На фоне бледного песка…

The sea is flecked with bars of grey,
The dull dead wind is out of tune,
And like a withered leaf the
Is blown across the stormy bay.

This mighty empire hath but feet of clay:
Of all its ancient chivalry and might
Our little island is forsake quite:
Some enemy hath stolen its crown of bay,…

HE Thames nocturne of blue and gold
Changed to a Harmony in grey:
A barge with ochre-coloured hay
Dropt from the wharf: and chill and cold

Где ты была, когда пылала Троя,
Которой боги не дали защиты?
Ужели снова твой приют — земля?
Ты позабыла ль юного героя,…

Against these turbid turquoise
The light and luminous
Dip and drift like satin
Drift like silken butterflies;

The sky is laced with fitful red,
The circling mists and shadows flee,
The dawn is rising from the sea,
Like a white lady from her bed.

IThere 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? -…

OT that I love thy children, whose dull
See nothing save their own unlovely woe,
Whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know,—But that the roar of thy Democracies,
Thy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies,

I.В родной Коринф из дали италийской
Галера шла с инжиром и вином.
В ночи растаял очерк сицилийский,
А юный грек, о чём-то об одном…

Beautiful star with the crimson lips
And flagrant daffodil hair,
Come back, come back, in the shaking ships
O'er the much-overrated sea,…

.
IA! thou art fallen, though with sheen
Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride
From the north Alps to the Sicilian tide!

I STOOD by the unvintageable sea
Till the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray,
The long red fires of the dying day
Burned in the west; the wind piped drearily;…

O singer of Persephone!
In the dim meadows
Dost thou remember Sicily?
Still through the ivy flits the

HE little white clouds are racing over the sky,
And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March,
The daffodil breaks under foot, and the tasselled
Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.

AD lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.

Священней Рима Темза, берега,
Где море колокольчиков до дна
Синеет, набегая на луга,
Где пеной таволги окроплена…