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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Oscar Wilde

  • And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of spring,
  • And the rosebud breaks into pink on the climbing briar,
  • And the crocus bed is a quivering moon of fire
  • Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.
  • Chrysanthemums from gilded argosy
  • Unload their gaudy scentless merchandise.
  • Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,
  • (Green leaves upon her golden hair!)
  • Green grasses through the yellow sheaves
  • Of autumn corn are not more fair.
  • I have my beauty,—you your art—
  • Nay, do not start:
  • One world was not enough for two
  • Like me and you.
  • Set in this stormy Northern sea,
  • Queen of these restless fields of tide,
  • England! what shall men say of thee,
  • Before whose feet the worlds divide?
  • The wild bee reels from bough to bough
  • With his furry coat and his gauzy wing,
  • Now in a lily cup, and now
  • Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
  • In his wandering.