The Poetry of Oscar Wilde Quotes

“Sweet, there is nothing left to say
But this, that love is never lost”
― Oscar Wilde, Poems

“Her ivory hands on the ivory keys
Strayed in a fitful fantasy,
Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees
Rustle their pale leaves listlessly,
Or the drifting foam of a restless sea
When the waves show their teeth in the flying breeze.”
― Oscar Wilde, Poems

“But surely it is something to have been
The best beloved for a little while,
To have walked hand in hand with Love, and seen
His purple wings flit once across thy smile.”
― Oscar Wilde, Poems

“I think thy spirit hath passed away
From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers;
This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ours
Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey”
― Oscar Wilde, Poems

“O wandering graves! O restless sleep!
O silence of the sunless day!
O still ravine! O stormy deep!
Give up your prey! Give up your prey!”
― Oscar Wilde, Poems

“And at my feet the pale green Thames
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.”
― Oscar Wilde, Poems

“Against these turbid turquoise skies
The light and luminous blloons
Dip and drift like satin moons,
Drift like silken butterflies”
― Oscar Wilde, Poems

“Like silver moons the pale narcissi lay”
― Oscar Wilde, Poems

“For not in quiet English fields
Are these, our brothers, lain to rest,
Where we might deck their broken shields
With all the flowers the dead love best.”
― Oscar Wilde, Poems

“she was a poem <3 but he couldn't read 3... a powerful message about our society”
― Oscar Wilde, The Poetry of Oscar Wilde