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Oscar Wildes Poems, with The Ballad of Reading Gaol is a poignant exploration of love, suffering, and the specter of societal judgment, expertly woven into a rich tapestry of verse. The collection showcases Wildes mastery of language and his unique wit, intertwining themes of beauty and despair against a backdrop of late Victorian society. The Ballad of Reading Gaol, perhaps the most notable piece, draws from Wildes own experiences during his imprisonment and examines the moral ambiguities of crime and punishment, challenging the conventional narratives of justice and redeemed innocence with a captivating lyrical style that resonates profoundly with readers. Wilde, renowned for his flamboyant style and societal critiques, penned this collection during and after his tumultuous imprisonment for gross indecency. His personal struggles and encounters with the harsh realities of prison life deeply influenced his writing, offering a darker lens through which to view human emotions and societal conventions. This backdrop not only colors the poems but also highlights Wildes philosophical reflection on the human condition, making them a significant part of his literary legacy. Poems, with The Ballad of Reading Gaol is an essential read for those interested in the intersection of art and life. Wildes heartfelt and reflective prose invites readers to confront their own preconceptions of morality and beauty, illuminating the profound depths of human experience. This collection stands as a testament to Wildes lasting impact on literature and continues to resonate with anyone seeking wisdom wrapped in the brilliance of poetic language.

It was the night before the day fixed for his coronation, and the young King was sitting alone in his beautiful chamber. His courtiers had all taken their leave of him, bowing their heads to the ground, according to the ceremonious usage of the day, and had retired to the Great Hall of the Palace, to receive a few last lessons from the Professor of Etiquette; there being some of them who had still quite natural manners, which in a courtier is, I need hardly say, a very grave offence.The ladfor he was only a lad, being but sixteen years of agewas not sorry at their departure, and had flung himself back with a deep sigh of relief on the soft cushions of his embroidered couch, lying there, wild eyed and open mouthed, like a brown woodland Faun, or some young animal of the forest newly snared by the hunters.And, indeed, it was the hunters who had found him, coming upon him almost by chance as, bare limbed and pipe in hand, he was following the flock of the poor goatherd who had brought him up, and whose son he had always fancied himself to be. The child of the old Kings only daughter by a secret marriage with one much beneath her in stationa stranger, some said, who, by the wonderful magic of his lute-playing, had made the young Princess love him; while others spoke of an artist from Rimini, to whom the Princess had shown much, perhaps too much honour, and who had suddenly disappeared from the city, leaving his work in the Cathedral unfinishedhe had been, when but a week old, stolen away from his mothers side, as she slept, and given into the charge of a common peasant and his wife, who were without children of their own, and lived in a remote part of the forest, more than a days ride from the town.

Large door opening on snowy landscape at back of stage.Peter Sabouroff and Michael.Peter (warming his hands at a stove). Has Vera not come back yet, Michael?Mich. No, Father Peter, not yet; tis a good three miles to the post office, and she has to milk the cows besides, and that dun one is a rare plaguey creature for a wench to handle.Peter. Why didnt you go with her, you young fool? shell never love you unless you are always at her heels; women like to be bothered.Mich. She says I bother her too much already, Father Peter, and I fear shell never love me after all.Peter. Tut, tut, boy, why shouldnt she? youre young and wouldnt be ill-favoured either, had God or thy mother given thee another face. Arent you one of Prince Maraloffskis gamekeepers; and havent you got a good grass farm, and the best cow in the village? What more does a girl want?Mich. But Vera, Father PeterPeter. Vera, my lad, has got too many ideas; I dont think much of ideas myself; Ive got on well enough in life without em; why shouldnt my children? Theres Dmitri! could have stayed here and kept the inn; many a young lad would have jumped at the offer in these hard times; but he, scatter-brained featherhead of a boy, must needs go off to Moscow to study the law! What does he want knowing about the law! let a man do his duty, say I, and no one will trouble him.Mich. Ay! but Father Peter, they say a good lawyer can break the law as often as he likes, and no one can say him nay.

The nineteenth century dislike of realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass. The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved. No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style. No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything. Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art. Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art. From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actors craft is the type. All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital. When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself. We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.All art is quite useless.

Mrs. Allonby. What a comfort it is to have got rid of the men for a little!Lady Stutfield. Yes; men persecute us dreadfully, dont they?Mrs. Allonby. Persecute us? I wish they did.Lady Hunstanton. My dear!Mrs. Allonby. The annoying thing is that the wretches can be perfectly happy without us. That is why I think it is every womans duty never to leave them alone for a single moment, except during this short breathing space after dinner; without which I believe we poor women would be absolutely worn to shadows.[Enter Servants with coffee.]Lady Hunstanton. Worn to shadows, dear?Mrs. Allonby. Yes, Lady Hunstanton. It is such a strain keeping men up to the mark. They are always trying to escape from us.Lady Stutfield. It seems to me that it is we who are always trying to escape from them. Men are so very, very heartless. They know their power and use it.Lady Caroline. [Takes coffee from Servant.] What stuff and nonsense all this about men is! The thing to do is to keep men in their proper place.Mrs. Allonby. But what is their proper place, Lady Caroline?Lady Caroline. Looking after their wives, Mrs. Allonby.

mrs. marchmont. Going on to the Hartlocks tonight, Margaret?lady basildon. I suppose so. Are you?mrs. marchmont. Yes. Horribly tedious parties they give, dont they?lady basildon. Horribly tedious! Never know why I go. Never know why I go anywhere.mrs. marchmont. I come here to be educated.lady basildon. Ah! I hate being educated!mrs. marchmont. So do I. It puts one almost on a level with the commercial classes, doesnt it? But dear Gertrude Chiltern is always telling me that I should have some serious purpose in life. So I come here to try to find one.lady basildon. [Looking round through her lorgnette.] I dont see anybody here tonight whom one could possibly call a serious purpose. The man who took me in to dinner talked to me about his wife the whole time.mrs. marchmont. How very trivial of him!lady basildon. Terribly trivial! What did your man talk about?mrs. marchmont. About myself.lady basildon. [Languidly.] And were you interested?mrs. marchmont. [Shaking her head.] Not in the smallest degree.lady basildon. What martyrs we are, dear Margaret!mrs. marchmont. [Rising.] And how well it becomes us, Olivia!

Lord Darlington. How do you do, Lady Windermere?Lady Windermere. How do you do, Lord Darlington? No, I cant shake hands with you. My hands are all wet with these roses. Arent they lovely? They came up from Selby this morning.Lord Darlington. They are quite perfect. [Sees a fan lying on the table.] And what a wonderful fan! May I look at it?Lady Windermere. Do. Pretty, isnt it! Its got my name on it, and everything. I have only just seen it myself. Its my husbands birthday present to me. You know today is my birthday?Lord Darlington. No? Is it really?Lady Windermere. Yes, Im of age today. Quite an important day in my life, isnt it? That is why I am giving this party tonight. Do sit down. [Still arranging flowers.]Lord Darlington. [Sitting down.] I wish I had known it was your birthday, Lady Windermere. I would have covered the whole street in front of your house with flowers for you to walk on. They are made for you.[A short pause.]Lady Windermere. Lord Darlington, you annoyed me last night at the Foreign Office. I am afraid you are going to annoy me again.Lord Darlington. I, Lady Windermere?[Enter Parker and Footman C., with tray and tea things.]Lady Windermere. Put it there, Parker. That will do. [Wipes her hands with her pocket-handkerchief, goes to tea-table, and sits down.] Wont you come over, Lord Darlington?[Exit Parker C.]Lord Darlington. [Takes chair and goes across L.C.] I am quite miserable, Lady Windermere. You must tell me what I did. [Sits down at table L.]Lady Windermere. Well, you kept paying me elaborate compliments the whole evening.Lord Darlington. [Smiling.] Ah, nowadays we are all of us so hard up, that the only pleasant things to pay are compliments. Theyre the only things we can pay.

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This ebook contains all of Oscar Wildes plays (including the fragments), his only novel, his fairy tales and short stories, the poems, all of his essays, lectures, reviews, and other newspaper articles, based on the 1909 edition of his works.For easier navigation, there are tables of contents for each section and one for the whole volume. At the end of each text there are links bringing you back to the respective contents tables. I have also added an alphabetical index for the poems and a combined one for all the essays, lectures, articles, and reviews.Contents:THE PLAYS.Vera or the Nihilists, The Duchess of Padua, Lady Windermeres Fan, A Woman of No Importance, An Ideal Husband, The Importance of Being Earnest, Salome (the French original and Bosies translation, and the fragments of La Sainte Courtisane and A Florentine Tragedy.THE NOVEL.The Picture of Dorian Gray.THE STORIES.All the stories and tales from The Happy Prince and Other Tales, Lord Arthur Saviles Crime and Other Stories (incl. The Portrait of Mr. W.H.), and A House of Pomegranates.THE POEMS.The Collected Poems of O.W.THE ESSAYS etc.The four essays from Intentions, The Soul of Man under Socialism, De Profundis (the unabridged version!), The Rise of Historical Criticism, the lectures (The English Renaissance in Art, House Decoration, Art and the Handicraftsman, Lecture to Art Students)

An illustrated version of Wildes clasic childrens story that tells of a giant who prohibits children from playing in his garden, with the result that the weather in it is permanently wintry.

Part of a series of GCSE literature texts, this volume includes an introduction, pre-reading activities, notes and coursework activities. Also provided is a section on the process of writing.