Oscar Wilde - Complete Works of Oscar Wilde

APPENDIX B:

ORDER OF POEMS (1882)

ELEUTHERIA:

Sonnet to Liberty

Ave Imperatrix

To Milton

Louis Napoleon

Sonnet on the Massacre of the Christians in Bulgaria

Quantum Mutata

Libertatis Sacra Fames

Theoretikos

THE GARDEN OF EROS

ROSA MYSTICA:

Requiescat

Sonnet on approaching Italy

San Miniato

Ave Maria Gratia Plena

Italia

Sonnet written in Holy Week at Genoa

Rome Unvisited

Urbs Sacra Æterna

Sonnet on hearing the Dies Iræ sung in the Sistine Chapel

Easter Day

E Tenebris

Vita Nuova

Madonna Mia

The New Helen

THE BURDEN OF ITYS

WIND FLOWERS:

Impression du Matin

Magdalen Walks

Athanasia

Serenade

Endymion

La Bella Donna della mia Mente

Chanson

CHARMIDES

FLOWERS OF GOLD:

Impressions: I. Les Silhouettes

II. La Fuite de la Lune

The Grave of Keats

Theocritus: A Villanelle

In the Gold Room: A Harmony

Ballade de Marguerite

The Dole of the King’s Daughter

Amor Intellectualis

Santa Decca

A Vision

Impression de Voyage

The Grave of Shelley

By the Arno

IMPRESSIONS DE THÉÂTRE:

Fabien dei Franchi

Phèdre

Sonnets written at the Lyceum Theatre:.

I. Portia

II. Queen Henrietta Maria

Camma

PANTHEA

THE FOURTH MOVEMENT:

Impression: Le Réveillon

At Verona

Apologia

Quia Multum Amavi

Silentium Amoris

Her Voice

My Voice

Tædium Vitæ

HUMANITAD

FLOWER OF LOVE:

APPENDIX C:

LIST OF ORIGINAL DEDICATIONS IN WILDE’S PUBLISHED WORKS

Ravenna (1878)

To my friend George Fleming [Julia Constance Fletcher], author of ‘The Nile Novel’ and ‘Mirage’

The Happy Prince & Other Tales (1888)

To Carlos Blacker

The House of Pomegranates (1891)

To Constance Mary Wilde

Individual stories were dedicated to:

‘The Young King’: To Margaret, Lady Brooke [Ranee of Sarawak]

‘The Birthday of the Infanta’: Mrs William H. Grenfell of Taplow Court [Lady Desborough]

‘The Fisherman and His Soul’: H.S.H. Alice, Princess of Monaco

‘The Star-Child’: To Miss Margot Tennant [Mrs H. H. Asquith]

Salomé (1893) In French

A mon ami Pierre Louÿs (1893) in English

To my friend Lord Alfred Bruce Douglas, the translator of my play

Lady Windermere’s Fan (1893)

To the dear memory of Robert, Earl of Lytton in affection and admiration

The Sphinx (1894)

To Marcel Schwob in friendship and admiration

A Woman of No Importance (1894)

To Gladys, Countess de Grey

The Ballad of Reading Gaol (1898)

In memoriam C.T.W. [Charles Thomas Wooldridge], sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards. Obiit H.M. Prison, Reading, Berkshire, July 7th 1896

The Importance of Being Earnest (1899)

To Robert Baldwin Ross in appreciation, in affection

An Ideal Husband (1899)

To Frank Harris, a slight tribute to his power and distinction as an artist, his chivalry and nobility as a friend

APPENDIX D:

INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF POEMS

((asterixes denote poems included for the first time)

A fair slim boy not made for this world’s pain 775 Against these turbid turquoise skies 869 *Ah! could I charm the silver-breasted moon 815 Albeit nurtured in democracy 858 A lily-girl, not made for this world’s pain 836 An omnibus across the bridge 872 A ring of gold and a milk-white dove 753 As often-times the too resplendent sun 841 As one who poring on a Grecian urn 861 A white mist drifts across the shrouds 866 A year ago I breathed the Italian air 778 * Before the dividing of days 745 Christ, dost thou live indeed? or are thy bones 771 Cloud maidens that float on for ever 747 Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach thy hand 773 Could we dig up this long-buried treasure 837 Dear Heart, I think the young impassioned priest 840 Eagle of Austerlitz! where were thy wings 836 Go, little book 872 *Green are the summer meadows 865 *Have you forgotten the ship love 759 He did not wear his scarlet coat 883 He was a Grecian lad, who coming home 797 Her ivory hands on the ivory keys 862 How steep the stairs within King’s houses are 777 How vain and dull this common world must seem 835 I am weary of lying within the chase 814 I can write no stately poem 870 I have no store 871 *I love your topaz-coloured eyes 873 I marvel not Bassanio was so bold 839 In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks 874 In the glad springtime when leaves were green 748 In the lone tent, waiting for victory 835 I reached the Alps; the soul within me burned 768 Is it thy will that I should wax and wane 839 I stood by the unvintageable sea 773 Italia! thou art fallen, though with sheen 772 It is full summer now, the heart of June 844 It is full winter now: the trees are bare 816 I too have had my dreams: ay, known indeed 856 I wandered in Scoglietto’s green retreat 769 Like burnt-out torches by a sick man’s bed 775 Milton! I think thy spirit hath passed away 774 My limbs are wasted with a flame 752 Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire 830 Nay, Lord, not thus! white lilies in the spring 772 * Nettles and poppy mar each rock-hewn seat 769 Not that I love thy children, whose dull eyes 859 O beautiful star with the crimson mouth 869 O fair wind blowing from the sea 760 Oft have we trod the vales of Castaly 777 O goat-foot God of Arcady 854 *O Loved one lying far away 765 O singer of Persephone 795 Out of the mid-wood’s twilight 874 O well for him who lives at ease 757 Rid of the world’s injustice, and his pain 770 Rome! what a scroll of History thine has been 770 See, I have climbed the mountain side 749 *See! the gold sun has risen 753 Set in this stormy Northern sea 851 Seven stars in the still water 755 * She stole behind him where he lay 754 * She took the curious amber charms 873 * Surely to me the world is all too drear 758 Sweet, I blame you not for mine the fault was, had 843 The apple trees are hung with gold 796 The corn has turned from grey to red 750 The Gods are dead: no longer do we bring 776 The lily’s withered chalice falls 805 The little white clouds are racing over the sky 786 * The moon hath spread a pavillion 796 The oleander on the wall 749 There is no peace beneath the noon 763 There was a time in Europe long ago 773 The sea is flecked with bars of grey 863 These are the letters which Endymion wrote 870 The seasons send their ruin as they go 763 The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky 769 The silent room, the heavy creeping shade 860 The silver trumpets rang across the Dome 771 The sin was mine: I did not understand 871 The sky is laced with fitful red 864 * The sultry noon is amorous for rain 762 The Thames nocturne of blue and gold 862 The western wind is blowing fair 860 The wild bee reels from bough to bough 841 This English Thames is holier far than Rome 786 This mighty empire hath but feet of clay 776 This winter air is keen and cold 866 * Though the wind shakes lintel and rafter 756 Thou knowest all; I seek in vain 758 * Through many loveless songless days 864 Thy prophecies are but a lying tale 766 To drift with every passion till my soul 864 To outer senses there is peace 863 To stab my youth with desperate knives, to wear 859 To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught 826 Tread lightly, she is near 748 Two crownèd kings, and One that stood alone 768 Under the rose-tree’s dancing shade 868 Was this his coming! I had hoped to see 774 We caught the tread of dancing feet 867 Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy 828 Within this restless, hurried, modern world 842