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       Bayard Taylor, Oscar Wilde, Sheridan Le Fanu, Theodore Winthrop, Harlan Cozad McIntosh, Jack Saul, Lucas Malet, Henry Blake Fuller, Petronius, Sappho and Clemence Dane

      Love Has No Gender - Pride Month Special Series

       Gay Classics: Joseph and His Friend, This Finer Shadow, Regiment of Women, Sappho, The Picture of Dorian Gray…

       Translator: William Charles Firebaugh and Bliss Carman

      e-artnow, 2021

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       The Picture of Dorian Gray

       Mrs. Dalloway

       Joseph and His Friend

       Regiment of Women

       Bertram Cope's Year

       The Green Carnation

       This Finer Shadow

       Cecil Dreeme

       The Satyricon

       The Sins of the Cities of the Plain

       Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

       The History of Sir Richard Calmady

       Carmilla

      The Picture of Dorian Gray

      by Oscar Wilde

       Table of Contents

       Original 1890 Version

       Revised & Expanded 1891 Version

      The Picture of Dorian Gray

      by Oscar Wilde

      Original 1890 Version

       Table of Contents

       Chapter I

       Chapter II

       Chapter III

       Chapter IV

       Chapter V

       Chapter VI

       Chapter VII

       Chapter VIII

       Chapter IX

       Chapter X

       Chapter XI

       Chapter XII

       Chapter XIII

      CHAPTER I

       Table of Contents

      The studio was filled with the rich odor of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

      From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as usual, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-colored blossoms of the laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame-like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid jade-faced painters who, in an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion. The sullen murmur of the bees shouldering their way through the long unmown grass, or circling with monotonous insistence round the black-crocketed spires of the early June hollyhocks, seemed to make the stillness more oppressive, and the dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.

      In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself, Basil Hallward, whose sudden disappearance some years ago caused, at the time, such public excitement, and gave rise to so many strange conjectures.

      As he looked at the gracious and comely form he had so skilfully mirrored in his art, a smile of pleasure passed across his face, and seemed about to linger there. But he suddenly started up, and, closing his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake.

      "It is your best work, Basil, the best thing you have ever done," said Lord Henry, languidly. "You must certainly send it next year to the Grosvenor. The Academy is too large and too vulgar. The Grosvenor is the only place."

      "I don't think I will send it anywhere," he answered, tossing his head back in that odd way that used to make his friends laugh at him at Oxford. "No: I won't send it anywhere."

      Lord Henry elevated his eyebrows, and looked at him in amazement through the thin blue wreaths of smoke that curled up in such fanciful whorls from his heavy opium-tainted cigarette. "Not send it anywhere? My dear fellow, why? Have you any reason? What odd chaps you painters are! You do anything in the world to gain a reputation. As soon as you have one, you seem to want to throw it away. It is silly of you, for there is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked

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