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o wilde

o wilde

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Oscar Wilde-->1. Charmides (charmide) <text>2. Eleutheria (eleuther) <text>3. Flower Or Love (flo_love) <text>4. Flowers Of Gold (flo_gold) <text>5. Humanitad (humanita) <text>6. Impressions De Theatre (theatre) <text>7. Miscellaneous Poems (poems) <text>8. Panthea (panthea) <text>9. Ravenna (ravenna) <text>10. Rosa Mystica (rosa_mys) <text>11. The Ballad Of Reading Gaol (r_gaol) <text>12. The Burden Of Itys (burden) <text>13. The Fourth Movement (fourth) <text>14. The Garden Of Eros (gar_eros) <text>15. The Picture Of Dorian Gray (dor_gray) <text>16. The Sphinx (sphinx) <text>17. Wind Flowers (wind_flo) <text>P Previous PageM Go To Main Menu? Help Screen1890CHARMIDESby Oscar WildeIHe was a Grecian lad, who coming homeWith pulpy figs and wine from SicilyStood at his galley's prow, and let the foamBlow through his crisp brown curls unconsciously,And holding wind and wave in boy's despitePeered from his dripping seat across the wet andstormy night.Till with the dawn he saw a burnished spearLike a thin thread of gold against the sky,And hoisted sail, and strained the creeking gear,And bade the pilot head her lustilyAgainst the nor-west gale, and all day longHeld on his way, and marked the rowers' time withmeasured song.And when the faint Corinthian hills were redDropped anchor in a little sandy bay,And with fresh boughs of olive crowned his head,And brushed from cheek and throat the hoary spray,And washed his limbs with oil, and from the holdBrought out his linen tunic and his sandalsbrazen-soled.And a rich robe stained with the fishes' juiceWhich of some swarthy trader he had boughtUpon the sunny quay at Syracuse,And was with Tyrian broideries inwrought,And by the questioning merchants made his wayUp through the soft and silver woods, and when thelaboring day
 
Had spun its tangled web of crimson cloud,Clomb the high hill, and with swift silent feetCrept to the fane unnoticed by the crowdOf busy priests, and from some dark retreatWatched the young swains his frolic playmates bringThe firstling of their little flock, and the shyshepherd flingThe crackling salt upon the flame, or hangHis studded crook against the temple wallTo Her who keeps away the ravenous fangOf the base wolf from homestead and from stall;And then the clear-voiced maidens 'gan to sing,And to the altar each man brought some goodlyoffering,A beechen cup brimming with milky foam,A fair cloth wrought with cunning imageryOf hounds in chase, a waxen honeycombDripping with oozy gold which scarce the beeHad ceased from building, a black skin of oilMeet for the wrestlers, a great boar the fierceand white-tusked spoilStolen from Artemis that jealous maidTo please Athena, and the dappled hideOf a tall stag who in some mountain gladeHad met the shaft; and then the herald cried,And from the pillared precinct one by oneWent the glad Greeks well pleased that they theirsimple vows had done.And the old priest put out the waning firesSave that one lamp whose restless ruby glowedFor ever in the cell, and the shrill lyresCame fainter on the wind, as down the roadIn joyous dance these country folk did pass,And with stout hands the warder closed the gatesof polished brass.Long time he lay and hardly dared to breathe,And heard the cadenced drip of spilt-out wine,And the rose-petals falling from the wreathAs the night breezes wandered through the shrine,And seemed to be in some entranced swoonTill through the open roof above the full andbrimming moonFlooded with sheeny waves the marble floor,When from his nook upleapt the venturous lad,And flinging wide the cedar-carven doorBeheld an awful image saffron-cladAnd armed for battle! the gaunt Griffin glaredFrom the huge helm, and the long lance of wreck andruin flaredLike a red rod of flame, stony and steeled
 
The Gorgon's head its leaden eyeballs rolled,And writhed its snaky horrors through the shield,And gaped aghast with bloodless lips and coldIn passion impotent, while with blind gazeThe blinking owl between the feet hooted in shrillamaze.The lonely fisher as he trimmed his lampFar out at sea off Sunium, or castThe net for tunnies, heard a brazen trampOf horses smite the waves, and a wild blastDivide the folded curtains of the night,And knelt upon the little poop, and prayed inholy fright.And guilty lovers in their veneryForgat a little while their stolen sweets,Deeming they heard dread Dian's bitter cry;And the grim watchmen on their lofty seatsRan to their shields in haste precipitate,Or strained black-bearded throats across thedusky parapet.For round the temple rolled the clang of arms,And the twelve Gods leapt up in marble fear,And the air quaked with dissonant alarumsTill huge Poseidon shook his mighty spear,And on the frieze the prancing horses neighed,And the low tread of hurrying feet rang from thecavalcade.Ready for death with parted lips he stood,And well content at such a price to seeThat calm wide brow, that terrible maidenhood.The marvel of that pitiless chastity,Ah! well content indeed, for never wightSince Troy's young shepherd prince had seen sowonderful a sight.Ready for death he stood, but lo! the airGrew silent, and the horses ceased to neigh,And off his brow he tossed the clustering hair,And from his limbs he threw the cloak away,For whom would not such love make desperate,And nigher came, and touched her throat, and withhands violateUndid the cuirass, and the crocus gown,And bared the breasts of polished ivory,Till from the waist the peplos falling downLeft visible the secret mysteryWhich no lover will Athena show,The grand cool flanks, the crescent thighs, thebossy hills of snow.Those who have never known a lover's sinLet them not read my ditty, it will beTo their dull ears so musicless and thin

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