Poems

Poems

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by OSCAR WILDE
     
 

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Highly Recommended! Fantastic author and Poet!! Oscar Fingall O'Flahertie Wills Wilde was born in Dublin in 1854. He was educated at Trinity College, Dublin and Magdalen College, Oxford where, a disciple of Pater, he founded an aesthetic cult. In 1884 he married Constance Lloyd, and his two sons were born in 1885 and 1886. His novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891),

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Highly Recommended! Fantastic author and Poet!! Oscar Fingall O'Flahertie Wills Wilde was born in Dublin in 1854. He was educated at Trinity College, Dublin and Magdalen College, Oxford where, a disciple of Pater, he founded an aesthetic cult. In 1884 he married Constance Lloyd, and his two sons were born in 1885 and 1886. His novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891), and social comedies Lady Windermere's Fan (1892), A Woman of No Importance (1893), An Ideal Husband (1895), and The Importance of Being Earnest (1895), established his reputation. In 1895, following his libel action against the Marquess of Queesberry, Wilde was sentenced to two years' imprisonment for homosexual conduct, as a result of which he wrote The Ballad of Reading Gaol (1898), and his confessional letter De Profundis (1905). On his release from prison in 1897 he lived in obscurity in Europe, and died in Paris in 1900.

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ISBN-13:
2940014497992
Publisher:
classics reborn
Publication date:
03/23/2016
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Sales rank:
453,741
File size:
594 KB

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Poems 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The reveiws looked good. The cover looked nice. You open the book and begin a new life. You found a new home. You made some new friends. You kept on reading,hoping it would never end. You danced through the pages. You sang out the words. You felt all thier joy, thier pain, and thier hurt. The pages cut your fingers. The words cut your heart. Like the auther had a knife and was tearing you apart. You laughed with the charecters and with them you cried. You fell in love with them too, but whith them you died. When the book reached its end. And your heart never heals. You suddenly realize...ITS...NOT...REAL.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
fantastic book of poetry
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Bravo! Do you mind if I use this for my project? I am not good at poems.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was good! :D
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manircu33 More than 1 year ago
amazing :)
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Laying in the shower, as if hung out to dry. I wish they could hear my screams, but instead i lay and cry.
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