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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
| Media | Books Paperback Book (Book with soft cover and glued back) |
| Released | February 13, 2021 |
| ISBN13 | 9798707345593 |
| Pages | 240 |
| Dimensions | 127 × 203 × 14 mm · 263 g |
| Language | English |
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