{"id":336,"date":"2010-04-11T15:12:19","date_gmt":"2010-04-11T15:12:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=336"},"modified":"2010-04-11T15:14:13","modified_gmt":"2010-04-11T15:14:13","slug":"madonna-mia-by-oscar-wilde","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/madonna-mia-by-oscar-wilde\/","title":{"rendered":"Madonna Mia by Oscar Wilde"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/OscarWilde1.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-339 lazyload\" title=\"OscarWilde1\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/OscarWilde1-201x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/OscarWilde1-201x300.jpg 201w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/OscarWilde1.jpg 235w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 201px) 100vw, 201px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 201px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 201\/300;\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)<\/p>\n<p>Madonna Mia by Oscar Wilde<\/p>\n<p>A lily-girl, not made for this world&#8217;s pain,<br \/>\nWith brown, soft hair close braided by her ears,<br \/>\nAnd longing eyes half veiled by slumberous tears<br \/>\nLike bluest water seen through mists of rain:<br \/>\nPale cheeks whereon no love hath left its stain,<br \/>\nRed underlip drawn in for fear of love,<br \/>\nAnd white throat, whiter than the silvered dove,<br \/>\nThrough whose wan marble creeps one purple vein.<br \/>\nYet, though my lips shall praise her without cease,<br \/>\nEven to kiss her feet I am not bold,<br \/>\nBeing o&#8217;ershadowed by the wings of awe,<br \/>\nLike Dante, when he stood with Beatrice<br \/>\nBeneath the flaming Lion&#8217;s breast, and saw<br \/>\nThe seventh Crystal, and the Stair of Gold.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-336","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1800s"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/336","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=336"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/336\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=336"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=336"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=336"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}