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Poems, with The Ballad of Reading Gaol Oscar Wilde
Poems, with The Ballad of Reading Gaol
Oscar Wilde
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which all winds can play, Is it for this that I have given awayMine ancient wisdom, and austere control?Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holidayWith idle songs for pipe and virelay, Which do but mar the secret of the whole. Surely there was a time I might have trodThe sunlit heights, and from life's dissonanceStruck one clear chord to reach the ears of God: Is that time dead? lo! with a little rodI did but touch the honey of romance-And must I lose a soul's inheritan
| Medios de comunicación | Libros Paperback Book (Libro con tapa blanda y lomo encolado) |
| Publicado | 13 de octubre de 2020 |
| ISBN13 | 9798696557458 |
| Páginas | 242 |
| Dimensiones | 140 × 216 × 13 mm · 285 g |
| Lengua | Inglés |
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