Artist: Oscar Wilde
Lyrics of Artist: Oscar Wilde
Lyrics of Artist: Oscar Wilde
[Lyric] The Importance of Being Earnest Act 2 (Oscar Wilde)
SECOND ACT SCENE Garden at the Manor House. A flight of grey stone steps leads up to the house. The garden, an old-fashioned one, full of roses. Time of year, July. Basket chairs, and a table covered with books, are set under a large yew-tree. [ MISS PRISM discovered seated at the table. Cecily is at the back watering flowers.] MISS...Learn MoremiscOscar Wilde[Lyric] Famous Oscar Wilde Quotes (Oscar Wilde)
THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST “I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.” “The very essence of romance is uncertainty.” “All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his.” “The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what Fiction...Learn MoremiscOscar Wilde[Lyric] The Importance of Being Earnest Act 3 (Oscar Wilde)
THIRD ACT SCENE Morning-room at the Manor House. [GWENDOLEN and CECILY are at the window, looking out into the garden.] GWENDOLEN The fact that they did not follow us at once into the house, as any one else would have done, seems to me to show that they have some sense of shame left. CECILY They have been eating muffins. That looks like...Learn MoremiscOscar Wilde[Lyric] The Ballad of Reading Gaol (Oscar Wilde)
I. He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands When they found him with the dead, The poor dead woman whom he loved, And murdered in her bed. He walked amongst the Trial Men In a suit of shabby grey; A cricket cap was on his head, And his step seemed light and gay; But I never saw a man who...Learn MoremiscOscar Wilde[Lyric] Pan: A Double Villanelle (Oscar Wilde)
I O GOAT-FOOT God of Arcady! This modern world is grey and old, And what remains to us of thee? No more the shepherd lads in glee Throw apples at thy wattled fold, O goat-foot God of Arcady! Nor through the laurels can one see Thy soft brown limbs, thy beard of gold, And what remains to us of thee? And dull and dead our Thames would be, For...Learn MoremiscOscar Wilde