Title: The Picture of Dorian Gray    Author: Oscar Wilde  Subjects: Fiction; Paranormal; Supernatural; Philosophical  It is a ph...

Title: The Importance of Being Earnest  (A Trivial Comedy for Serious People) Author: Oscar Wilde  Subjects: Play; Drama; Comedy  ...

Go, little book, To him who, on a lute with horns of pearl, Sang of the white feet of the Golden Girl: And bid him look Into thy p...

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...

Rome! what a scroll of History thine has been; In the first days thy sword republican Ruled the whole world for many an age's span...

O beautiful star with the crimson mouth! O moon with the brows of gold! Rise up, rise up, from the odorous south! And light for my l...

O well for him who lives at ease With garnered gold in wide domain, Nor heeds the splashing of the rain, The crashing down of forest...

I can write no stately proem As a prelude to my lay; From a poet to a poem I would dare to say. For if of these fallen petals ...

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

This mighty empire hath but feet of clay: Of all its ancient chivalry and might Our little island is forsaken quite: Some enemy hath...

O singer of Persephone! In the dim meadows desolate Dost thou remember Sicily? Still through the ivy flits the bee Where Amaryll...

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

(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks A beautiful and sile...

The sin was mine; I did not understand. So now is music prisoned in her cave, Save where some ebbing desultory wave Frets with its r...

Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The sons of God fought in that great emprise? Why dost thou walk our common earth a...

We caught the tread of dancing feet, We loitered down the moonlit street, And stopped beneath the harlot's house. Inside, abov...

LIKE burnt-out torches by a sick man's bed Gaunt cypress-trees stand round the sun-bleached stone; Here doth the little night-owl ...

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 we...

It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow where too soon Rich autumn t...

Seven stars in the still water, And seven in the sky; Seven sins on the King's daughter, Deep in her soul to lie. Red roses ...