Autor Oscar Wilde

I reached the Alps: the soul within me burned, Italia, my Italia, at thy name: And when from out the […]

Not that I love thy children, whose dull eyes See nothing save their own unlovely woe, Whose minds know nothing, […]

Set in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields of tide, England! what shall men say of thee, […]

This mighty empire hath but feet of clay: Of all its ancient chivalry and might Our little island is forsaken […]

OSCAR WILDE (1854-1900) Impression Le Réveillon The sky is laced with fitful red, The circling mists and shadows flee, The […]

There was a time in Europe long ago When no man died for freedom anywhere, But England’s lion leaping from […]

I stood by the unvintageable sea Till the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray; The long red fires […]

Italia! thou art fallen, though with sheen Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride From the north Alps to the Sicilian […]

Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach Thy hand, For I am drowning in a stormier sea Than Simon […]

It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow […]

Milton! I think thy spirit hath passed away From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers; This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of […]

OSCAR WILDE (1854-1900) Impression de Voyage The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky Burned like a heated opal through […]

Christ, dost Thou live indeed? or are Thy bones Still straitened in their rock-hewn sepulchre? And was Thy Rising only […]

OSCAR WILDE (1854-1900) Santa Decca The Gods are dead: no longer do we bring To grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves! […]

I The corn has turned from grey to red, Since first my spirit wandered forth From the drear cities of […]

Rome! what a scroll of History thine has been; In the first days thy sword republican Ruled the whole world […]

Was this His coming! I had hoped to see A scene of wondrous glory, as was told Of some great […]

Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden […]

I wandered through Scoglietto’s far retreat, The oranges on each o’erhanging spray Burned as bright lamps of gold to shame […]

Nay, Lord, not thus! white lilies in the spring, Sad olive-groves, or silver-breasted dove, Teach me more clearly of Thy […]

” Pytania nigdy nie są niedyskretne. Odpowiedzi czasami tak.” ” Język jest ojcem, a nie dzieckiem myśli. ” ” Młodość […]

Eagle of Austerlitz! where were thy wings When far away upon a barbarous strand, In fight unequal, by an obscure […]

Albeit nurtured in democracy, And liking best that state republican Where every man is Kinglike and no man Is crowned […]

The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim. The critic […]

” Zawsze przyjemnie jest być oczekiwanym i nie przybyć. ” ” Zepsuta kobieta należy do tego rodzaju istot, których mężczyźni […]

Zachód słońca zaślepiający dzień Moje oczy widzą złoto Ale wzrok zawrca w głąb Widzę tylko biblijną czerń, bez gwiazd Błękit […]

In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H. M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, […]

To drift with every passion till my soul Is a stringed lute on which can winds can play, Is it […]

See, I have climbed the mountain side Up to this holy house of God, Where once that Angel-Painter trod Who […]

The silver trumpets rang across the Dome: The people knelt upon the ground with awe: And borne upon the necks […]