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  1. Há 14 horas · On the night of 24th March 1895, Mrs Robinson, a society palm-reader, agreed to see Oscar Wilde in her London flat. Wilde's lover, Lord Alfred Douglas, 'Bosie', was urging him to sue the Marquis ...

  2. Há 4 dias · Why Did Oscar Wilde Wrote Dorian Gray - Poetry & Poets. May 24, 2024 by Ted Hannah. Oscar Wildes novel, Dorian Gray, remains one of the most renowned pieces of literature in the English language, and while it continues to draw readers in, the question of why Wilde wrote it remains an object of speculation.

  3. Há 14 horas · Dijo Oscar Wilde en sus tiempos finales en Paris, derrotado ya e irremediablemente impopular, que sí, que estaba escribiendo algo… pero que la verdad es que no volvería a escribir, añadiendo ...

  4. Há 3 dias · May 25, 2024 by Ted Hannah. Oscar Wilde, the renowned Victorian playwright, poet, and author, unfortunately passed away in 1900 from meningitis. His physician, Dr. Kyle, attributed the cause of death to cerebral meningitis. Wilde was born in Dublin to parents who were socially aware of the arts and had the intellectual prowess to help form his ...

  5. Há 3 dias · No, Oscar Wilde probably didn’t die of syphilis. The long-held theory was that Oscar Wilde succumbed to the ravages of end-stage syphilis. Fortunately, a London neurologist and two ear surgeons ...

  6. Wilde, however, believes in masks: "Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth." Everyone believes in sincere emotions, whereas Wilde thinks, "All bad poetry springs from genuine feelings." Everyone appreciates the common sense of the English; Wilde says that this common sense stems from the "inherited stupidity of the English."

  7. Há 1 dia · As often-times the too resplendent sun Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won A single ballad from the nightingale, So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail, And all my sweetest singing out of tune. And as at dawn across the level mead On wings impetuous some wind will come, And with its too harsh kisses ...