Oscar Wilde in outline

One fiery-coloured moment of great life! And then--how barren the nations’ praise! How vain the trump of Glory! Bitter thorns Were in that laurel leaf, whose toothed barbs Burne...

I wrote, a few paragraphs back, that Baudelaire had become a kind of symbol. A word of explanation is due. Just as Hogarth chose to picture a side of life which others of his ti...

“covered with roses by a harlot who had loved him; the Borgia on his white horse, with Fratricide riding beside him, and his mantle stained with the blood of Perotto; Petro Riar...

Much that passed as adverse criticism of Wilde’s dramatic work, grew out of personal dislike--some out of scandal which had already begun to raise a reptant head. There was one...

The moral instinct can be brought to such a pitch of perfection that it will make its appearance wherever it is not required. Nobody with the true historical sense ever dreams o...