The picture of Dorian Gray / Oscar Wilde
| dc.contributor | Eris, Project |
| dc.contributor.author | Wilde, Oscar, 1854-1900 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2019-07-04T10:01:44Z |
| dc.date.available | 2019-07-04T10:01:44Z |
| dc.date.created | 1890 |
| dc.date.issued | 1994-01-14 |
| dc.identifier | ota:2028 |
| dc.identifier.citation | http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/2028 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/2028 |
| dc.description.abstract | Project Eris is a major gopher-based collection of world classics in English, compiled by Virginia Tech, but now defunct at that website |
| dc.format.extent | Text data (1 file : ca. 419 KB) |
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| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
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| dc.rights | Distributed by the University of Oxford under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Fiction -- Great Britain -- 19th century |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Novels -- Great Britain -- 19th century |
| dc.title | The picture of Dorian Gray / Oscar Wilde |
| dc.type | Text |
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| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 434118 |
| files.count | 2 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1800-1899 |
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1890
THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY
by Oscar Wilde
CHAPTER I
The studio was filled with the rich odour 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 was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord
Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and
honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed
hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flamelike 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 pall . . .
