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Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde

Written at the Lyceum Theatre I: Portia

To Ellen Terry

I marvel not Bassanio was so bold
To peril all he had upon the lead,
Or that proud Aragon bent low his head,
Or that Morocco’s fiery heart grew cold:
For in that gorgeous dress of beaten gold
Which is more golden than the golden sun,
No woman Veronesé looked upon
Was half so fair as thou whom I behold.
Yet fairer when with wisdom as your shield
The sober—suited lawyer’s gown you donned
And would not let the laws of Venice yield
Antonio’s heart to that accursèd Jew—
O Portia! take my heart: it is thy due:
I think I will not quarrel with the Bond.

#1897 #IrishWriters #TheBalladOfReadingGaol #Victorian

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Preferido o celebrado por...
Bruno G.
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