Textarchiv - Oscar Wilde https://www.textarchiv.com/oscar-wilde Irish playwright, novelist, essayist, and poet. Born on October 16, 1854, Dublin, Republic of Ireland. Died November 30, 1900, Paris, France. de Requiescat https://www.textarchiv.com/oscar-wilde/requiescat <div class="field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" property="schema:text content:encoded"><p>Tread lightly, she is near<br /> Under the snow,<br /> Speak gently, she can hear<br /> The daisies grow.</p> <p>All her bright golden hair<br /> Tarnished with rust,<br /> She that was young and fair<br /> Fallen to dust.</p> <p>Lily-like, white as snow,<br /> She hardly knew<br /> She was a woman, so<br /> Sweetly she grew.</p> <p>Coffin-board, heavy stone,<br /> Lie on her breast;<br /> I vex my heart alone,<br /> She is at rest.</p> <p>Peace, peace; she cannot hear<br /> Lyre or sonnet;<br /> All my life&#039;s buried here,<br /> Heap earth upon it.</p> </div></div></div><div class="field field-name-field-author field-type-taxonomy-term-reference field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" rel="schema:author"><a href="/oscar-wilde" typeof="skos:Concept" property="schema:name" datatype="">Oscar Wilde</a></div></div></div><span rel="schema:url" resource="/oscar-wilde/requiescat" class="rdf-meta element-hidden"></span><span property="schema:name" content="Requiescat" class="rdf-meta element-hidden"></span> Mon, 16 Jan 2017 21:43:49 +0000 mrbot 6019 at https://www.textarchiv.com Impression du Matin https://www.textarchiv.com/oscar-wilde/impression-du-matin <div class="field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" property="schema:text content:encoded"><p>The Thames nocturne of blue and gold<br /> Changed to a harmony in grey;<br /> A barge with ochre-coloured hay<br /> Dropt from the wharf: and chill and cold</p> <p>The yellow fog came creeping down<br /> The bridges, till the houses&#039; walls<br /> Seemed changed to shadows, and St. Paul&#039;s<br /> Loomed like a bubble o&#039;er the town.</p> <p>Then suddenly arose the clang<br /> Of waking life; the streets were stirred<br /> With country waggons; and a bird<br /> Flew to the glistening roofs and sang.</p> <p>But one pale woman all alone,<br /> The daylight kissing her wan hair,<br /> Loitered beneath the gas lamps&#039; flare,<br /> With lips of flame and heart of stone.</p> </div></div></div><div class="field field-name-field-author field-type-taxonomy-term-reference field-label-hidden"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" rel="schema:author"><a href="/oscar-wilde" typeof="skos:Concept" property="schema:name" datatype="">Oscar Wilde</a></div></div></div><span rel="schema:url" resource="/oscar-wilde/impression-du-matin" class="rdf-meta element-hidden"></span><span property="schema:name" content="Impression du Matin" class="rdf-meta element-hidden"></span> Mon, 16 Jan 2017 21:43:49 +0000 mrbot 6020 at https://www.textarchiv.com