First linesOscar Wilde

1. A year ago I breathed the Italian air⁠— Ravenna
2. He did not wear his scarlet coat, The Ballad of Reading Gaol
3. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home Charmides
4. In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks The Sphinx
5. It is full summer now, the heart of June; The Garden of Eros
6. It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Humanitad
7. Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, Panthea
8. This English Thames is holier far than Rome, The Burden of Itys
9. To drift with every passion till my soul Hélas!

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