Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT VERONA, by OSCAR WILDE Poet's Biography First Line: How steep the stairs within kings' houses are Last Line: My love, and all the glory of the stars. Alternate Author Name(s): Finga, O'flahertie Wills Subject(s): Verona, Italy | ||||||||
HOW steep the stairs within Kings' houses are For exile-wearied feet as mine to tread, And O how salt and bitter is the bread Which falls from this Hound's table, -- better far That I had died in the red ways of war, Or that the gate of Florence bare my head, Than to live thus, by all things comraded Which seek the essence of my soul to mar. "Curse God and die: what better hope than this? He hath forgotten thee in all the bliss Of his gold city, and eternal day" -- Nay peace: behind my prison's blinded bars I do possess what none can take away, My love, and all the glory of the stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AVE MARIA GRATIA PLENA by OSCAR WILDE E TENEBRIS [FROM THE SHADOWS] by OSCAR WILDE EASTER DAY [IN ROME] by OSCAR WILDE FANTAISIES DECORATIVES: 2. LES BALLOONS by OSCAR WILDE IMPRESSION DU MATIN by OSCAR WILDE IMPRESSIONS: LA FUITE DE LA LUNE by OSCAR WILDE IMPRESSIONS: LES SILHOUETTES by OSCAR WILDE IN THE GOLD ROOM by OSCAR WILDE ON THE SALE BY AUCTION OF KEATS' LOVE LETTERS by OSCAR WILDE |
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