First linesOscar Wilde

  1. A fair slim boy not made for this world’s pain, Wasted Days
  2. A lily-girl, not made for this world’s pain, Madonna Mia
  3. A ring of gold and a milk-white dove Chanson
  4. A white mist drifts across the shrouds, La Mer
  5. A year ago I breathed the Italian air⁠— Ravenna
  6. Against these turbid turquoise skies Les Ballons
  7. Albeit nurtured in democracy, Libertatis Sacra Fames
  8. An omnibus across the bridge Symphony in Yellow
  9. As often-times the too resplendent sun Silentium Amoris
  10. As one who poring on a Grecian urn Camma
  11. Christ, dost thou live indeed? or are thy bones Sonnet on the Massacre of the Christians in Bulgaria
  12. Cloud maidens that float on for ever, Chorus of Cloud Maidens
  13. Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach thy hand, E Tenebris
  14. Could we dig up this long-buried treasure, Roses and Rue
  15. Dear Heart, I think the young impassioned priest Quia Multum Amavi
  16. Eagle of Austerlitz! where were thy wings Louis Napoleon
  17. Go, little book, With a Copy of A House of Pomegranates
  18. He did not wear his scarlet coat, The Ballad of Reading Gaol
  19. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home Charmides
  20. Her ivory hands on the ivory keys In the Gold Room
  21. How steep the stairs within Kings’ houses are At Verona
  22. How vain and dull this common world must seem Phèdre
  23. I am weary of lying within the chase Ballade de Marguerite
  24. I can write no stately proem To My Wife
  25. I have no store Canzonet
  26. I marvel not Bassanio was so bold Portia
  27. I reached the Alps: the soul within me burned, Sonnet on approaching Italy
  28. I stood by the unvintageable sea Vita Nuova
  29. I too have had my dreams: ay, indeed known Sen Artysty
  30. I wandered through Scoglietto’s far retreat, Sonnet written in Holy Week at Genoa
  31. In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks The Sphinx
  32. In the glad springtime when leaves were green, From Spring Days to Winter
  33. In the lone tent, waiting for victory, Queen Henrietta Maria
  34. Is it thy will that I should wax and wane, Apologia
  35. It is full summer now, the heart of June; The Garden of Eros
  36. It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Humanitad
  37. Italia! thou art fallen, though with sheen Italia
  38. Like burnt-out torches by a sick man’s bed The Grave of Shelley
  39. Milton! I think thy spirit hath passed away To Milton
  40. My limbs are wasted with a flame, La Bella Donna della mia Mente
  41. Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, Panthea
  42. Nay, Lord, not thus! white lilies in the spring, Sonnet on hearing the Dies Iræ sung in the Sistine Chapel
  43. Not that I love thy children, whose dull eyes Sonnet to Liberty
  44. O beautiful star with the crimson mouth! Under the Balcony
  45. O fair wind blowing from the sea! Θρηνῳδία (Eur. Hec., 444⁠–⁠483)
  46. O goat-foot God of Arcady! Pan
  47. O singer of Persephone! Theocritus
  48. O well for him who lives at ease A Lament
  49. Oft have we trod the vales of Castaly Amor Intellectualis
  50. Out of the mid-wood’s twilight In the Forest
  51. Rid of the world’s injustice, and his pain, The Grave of Keats
  52. Rome! what a scroll of History thine has been; Urbs Sacra Æterna
  53. See, I have climbed the mountain side San Miniato
  54. Set in this stormy Northern sea, Ave Imperatrix
  55. Seven stars in the still water, The Dole of the King’s Daughter
  56. Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common clay Flower of Love
  57. The apple trees are hung with gold, Endymion
  58. The corn has turned from grey to red, Rome Unvisited
  59. The Gods are dead: no longer do we bring Santa Decca
  60. The lily’s withered chalice falls Le Jardin
  61. The little white clouds are racing over the sky, Magdalen Walks
  62. The oleander on the wall By the Arno
  63. The sea is flecked with bars of grey, Les Silhouettes
  64. The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky Impression de Voyage
  65. The seasons send their ruin as they go, Désespoir
  66. The silent room, the heavy creeping shade, Fabien dei Franchi
  67. The silver trumpets rang across the Dome: Easter Day
  68. The sin was mine; I did not understand. The New Remorse
  69. The sky is laced with fitful red, Impression
  70. The Thames nocturne of blue and gold Impression du Matin
  71. The western wind is blowing fair Serenade
  72. The wild bee reels from bough to bough Her Voice
  73. There is no peace beneath the noon⁠— Lotus Leaves
  74. There was a time in Europe long ago Quantum Mutata
  75. These are the letters which Endymion wrote On the Sale by Auction of Keats’ Love Letters
  76. This English Thames is holier far than Rome, The Burden of Itys
  77. This mighty empire hath but feet of clay: Theoretikos
  78. This winter air is keen and cold, Le Jardin des Tuileries
  79. Thou knowest all⁠—I seek in vain The True Knowledge
  80. To drift with every passion till my soul Hélas!
  81. To outer senses there is peace, La Fuite de la Lune
  82. To stab my youth with desperate knives, to wear Tædium Vitæ
  83. To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught Athanasia
  84. Tread lightly, she is near Requiescat
  85. Two crownèd Kings, and One that stood alone A Vision
  86. Under the rose-tree’s dancing shade Le Panneau
  87. Was this His coming! I had hoped to see Ave Maria Gratia Plena
  88. We caught the tread of dancing feet, The Harlot’s House
  89. Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The New Helen
  90. Within this restless, hurried, modern world My Voice

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