Ravenna (1878)
Poems (1881)
The Sphinx (1894)
The Ballad of Reading Gaol (1898)
Prose
The Canterville Ghost (1887)
The Happy Prince and Other Stories (1888, fairy tales) [3]
The Decay Of Lying (First published in 1889, republished in Intentions, 1891)
Lord Arthur Savile's Crime and Other Stories (1891)
Intentions (1891, critical dialogues and essays)
The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891, Wilde's only novel)
A House of Pomegranates (1891, fairy tales)
The Soul of Man under Socialism (First published in the Pall Mall Gazette, 1891, first book publication 1904)
De Profundis (1905)
The Rise of Historical Criticism (published in incomplete form 1905 and completed form in 1908)
The Letters of Oscar Wilde (1960) This was re-released in 2000, with letters uncovered since 1960, and new, detailed, footnotes by Merlin Holland.
Teleny or The Reverse of the Medal (Paris, 1893) has been attributed to Wilde, but was more likely a combined effort by a several of Wilde's friends, which he may have edited.
Plays
Vera; or, The Nihilists (1880)
The Duchess of Padua (1883)
Salom� (French version) (1893, first performed in Paris 1896)
First Stanza to the poem "Ravenna"
A year ago I breathed the Italian air,--
And yet, methinks this northern Spring is fair,-
These fields made golden with the flower of March,
The throstle singing on the feathered larch,
The cawing rooks, the wood-doves fluttering by,
The little clouds that race across the sky;
And fair the violet's gentle drooping head,
The primrose, pale for love uncomforted,
The rose that burgeons on the climbing briar,
The crocus-bed, (that seems a moon of fire
Round-girdled with a purple marriage-ring);
And all the flowers of our English Spring,
Fond snowdrops, and the bright-starred daffodil.
Up starts the lark beside the murmuring mill,
And breaks the gossamer-threads of early dew;
And down the river, like a flame of blue,
Keen as an arrow flies the water-king,
While the brown linnets in the greenwood sing.
A year ago!--it seems a little time
Since last I saw that lordly southern clime,
Where flower and fruit to purple radiance blow,
And like bright lamps the fabled apples glow.
Full Spring it was--and by rich flowering vines,
Dark olive-groves and noble forest-pines,
I rode at will; the moist glad air was sweet,
The white road rang beneath my horse's feet,
And musing on Ravenna's ancient name,
I watched the day till, marked with wounds of flame,
The turquoise sky to burnished gold was turned.