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    <title><![CDATA[Le blog de CONY FOR OSCAR WILDE]]></title>
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        <title><![CDATA[VO]]></title>
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        <pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 12:09:00 +0100</pubDate>        <guid >http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-29212551.html</guid>
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        <title><![CDATA[human]]></title>
        <link>http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-29211112.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[<p><img src="http://idata.over-blog.com/100x100/1/83/88/02//Photocony-361-copie-3.jpg" /></p><p>'A work of art is the unique product of a unique temperament. Its beauty is that its author is what he is. In any case what others want. In fact, once an artist becomes aware of what others want to apply and meet them, it ceases to be an artist. He became a craftsman, dull or amusing, a [...]</p>]]></description>
        <pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 11:32:00 +0100</pubDate>        <guid >http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-29211112.html</guid>
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        <title><![CDATA[APHORISMS]]></title>
        <link>http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-26172080.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[<p><img src="http://idata.over-blog.com/100x100/1/83/88/02//cony2-179.jpg" /></p><p>&quot;I think that God in creating man somewhat overestimated his ability.&quot; &quot;Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone&quot; WILDE OSCAR </p>]]></description>
        <pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2008 13:24:00 +0100</pubDate>        <guid >http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-26172080.html</guid>
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        <title><![CDATA[Desespoir]]></title>
        <link>http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-23213501.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[<p><img src="http://idata.over-blog.com/100x100/1/83/88/02//399_DSC00393.jpg" /></p><p> OSCAR WILDE The seasons send their ruin as they go, For in the spring the narciss shows its head Nor withers till the rose has flamed to red, And in the autumn purple violets blow, And the slim crocus stirs the winter snow; Wherefore yon leafless trees will bloom again And this grey land grow [...]</p>]]></description>
        <pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 12:52:00 +0200</pubDate>        <guid >http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-23213501.html</guid>
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        <title><![CDATA[Italia]]></title>
        <link>http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-23213320.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[<p><img src="http://idata.over-blog.com/100x100/1/83/88/02//122_DSC00270.jpg" /></p><p> OSCAR WILDE Italia! thou art fallen, though with sheen Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride From the north Alps to the Sicilian tide! Ay! fallen, though the nations hail thee Queen Because rich gold in every town is seen, And on thy sapphire-lake in tossing pride Of wind-filled vans [...]</p>]]></description>
        <pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 12:46:00 +0200</pubDate>        <guid >http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-23213320.html</guid>
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        <title><![CDATA[Rome Unvisited]]></title>
        <link>http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-23213194.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[ OSCAR WILDE The corn has turned from grey to red, Since first my spirit wandered forth From the drear cities of the north, And to Italia's mountains fled. And here I set my face towards home, For all my pilgrimage is done, Although, methinks, yon blood-red sun Marshals the way to Holy Rome. O [...]]]></description>
        <pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 12:38:00 +0200</pubDate>        <guid >http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-23213194.html</guid>
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        <title><![CDATA[APHORISMS]]></title>
        <link>http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-23200870.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[ &quot;A grand passion is the privelege of people who have nothing to do.&quot; &quot;A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her.&quot; &quot;Chastity is the greatest form of perversion.&quot; OSCAR WILDE]]></description>
        <pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 21:45:00 +0200</pubDate>        <guid >http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-23200870.html</guid>
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        <title><![CDATA[POEMS BY WILDE]]></title>
        <link>http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-23199282.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[ Greece The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky Burned like a heated opal through the air; We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair For the blue lands that to the eastward lie. From the steep prow I marked with quickening eye Zakynthos, every olive grove and creek, Ithaca's cliff, [...]]]></description>
        <pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 20:40:00 +0200</pubDate>        <guid >http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-23199282.html</guid>
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        <title><![CDATA[Flower of Love BY WILDE]]></title>
        <link>http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-23188977.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[<p><img src="http://idata.over-blog.com/100x100/1/83/88/02//103CONY.jpg" /></p><p> Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common clay I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the larger day. From the wildness of my wasted passion I had struck a better, clearer song, Lit some lighter light of freer freedom, battled [...]</p>]]></description>
        <pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 14:21:00 +0200</pubDate>        <guid >http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-23188977.html</guid>
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        <title><![CDATA[APHORISMS POEMS]]></title>
        <link>http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-23188031.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[<p><img src="http://idata.over-blog.com/100x100/1/83/88/02//Photocony-cony4512.jpg" /></p><p> There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.The critic has to educate the public; the artist has to educate the critic Life is too much important a thing ever to talk seriously about it. Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so [...]</p>]]></description>
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