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Complete Poetry Quotes
Complete Poetry
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Oscar Wilde305 ratings, 3.76 average rating, 43 reviews
Complete Poetry Quotes
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“She is at rest.
Peace, peace, she cannot hear,
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life's buried here,
Heap earth upon it.”
― Complete Poetry
Peace, peace, she cannot hear,
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life's buried here,
Heap earth upon it.”
― Complete Poetry
“O we are wearied of this sense of guilt,
Wearied of pleasure's paramour despair,
Wearied of every temple we have built,
Wearied of every unanswered right, unanswered prayer,
For man is weak; God sleeps: and heaven is high:
One fiery-colored moment: one great love: and lo! we die.”
― Complete Poetry
Wearied of pleasure's paramour despair,
Wearied of every temple we have built,
Wearied of every unanswered right, unanswered prayer,
For man is weak; God sleeps: and heaven is high:
One fiery-colored moment: one great love: and lo! we die.”
― Complete Poetry
“Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach thy hand
For I am drowning in a stormier sea
Than Simon on thy lake of Galilee:
The wine of life is spilt upon the sand,
My heart is as some famine-murdered land
Whence all good things have perished utterly,
And well I know my soul in Hell must lie
If this night before God's throne should stand.”
― Complete Poetry
For I am drowning in a stormier sea
Than Simon on thy lake of Galilee:
The wine of life is spilt upon the sand,
My heart is as some famine-murdered land
Whence all good things have perished utterly,
And well I know my soul in Hell must lie
If this night before God's throne should stand.”
― Complete Poetry
“Rid of the world’s injustice, and his pain, He rests at last beneath God’s veil of blue: Taken from life when life and love were new The youngest of the martyrs here is lain, Fair as Sebastian, and as early slain. No cypress shades his grave, no funeral yew, But gentle violets weeping with the dew Weave on his bones an ever-blossoming chain. O proudest heart that broke for misery! O sweetest lips since those of Mitylene! O poet-painter of our English land! Thy name was writ in water — it shall stand: And tears like mine will keep thy memory green, As Isabella did her Basil tree. Rome”
― The Complete Poetry
― The Complete Poetry
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― Complete Poetry
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“What songless, tongueless ghost of sin
Crept through the curtains of the night
And saw my taper burning bright,
And knocked and bade you enter in?”
― Oscar Wilde: Complete Poems
Crept through the curtains of the night
And saw my taper burning bright,
And knocked and bade you enter in?”
― Oscar Wilde: Complete Poems
“Your eyes are like fantastic moons
That shiver in some stagnant lake,
Your tongue is like a scarlet snake
That dances to fantastic tunes.
Your pulse makes poisonous melodies,
And your black throat is like the hole
Left by some torch or burning coal
On Saracenic tapestries.”
― Oscar Wilde: Complete Poems
That shiver in some stagnant lake,
Your tongue is like a scarlet snake
That dances to fantastic tunes.
Your pulse makes poisonous melodies,
And your black throat is like the hole
Left by some torch or burning coal
On Saracenic tapestries.”
― Oscar Wilde: Complete Poems
