Father William Wilde was born in Dublin, Ireland. He is a famous local ophthalmologist and has made great achievements in historical and cultural research. My mother is a poet and translator and often presides over the London Poetry and Drama Salon.
Wilde was knighted by Queen Victoria at the age of ten (1864) for his contribution to demography.
Wilde studied classical works at Trinity College in Dublin in his early years, won the Berkeley Gold Award with excellent Greek, and later won a scholarship to study at Magdalene College in Oxford University, and won the Newdigate Prize for his poem Lavaine. He graduated from Oxford University with a score of 1878.
In Oxford and London, Oscar Wilde was well-dressed and even out of line, behaved appropriately, and vigorously advocated aestheticism, claiming that art should be far away from contemporary society and daily life. Wilde soon entered the circle of British upper class. 1880, he and the painter Frank Myers moved from Thames Hall at Salisbury Street 13 to a mansion on Tate Street, which was named Keats Hall. Celebrities gathered and Wilde's reputation grew day by day. In addition to Keats Hall, Tate Street is also home to the painter james whistler (1834- 1903), the backbone of the British aestheticism movement.
188 1 In April, Gilbert and Sullivan created the opera Patience, which effectively promoted aestheticians. In September of the same year, the play was broadcast in new york, USA, and Wilde was invited to give a one-year business lecture tour in the United States, stating his views on British aestheticism.
1884 Wilde married constance Lloyd and had two sons.
1886 Wilde was introduced into the homosexual underground world by Robert Ross.
189 1 year, Wilde met the young Lord Alfred Douglas, and they started an unspeakable love affair. 1895 On February 28th, Wilde received a letter from Marquis queensberry, Douglas's father, which wrote: To Oscar Wilde, a man of high society. Wilde sued queensberry for libel. In early April, queensberry was acquitted. Wilde was arrested for indecency and sentenced to two years in prison. 1897 At the end of his sentence in May, Wilde moved to France under the pseudonym "Sebastian Melmos" and continued to write.
1898 In April, constance died in Genoa, leaving Wilde with a monthly income of 150, but Wilde still made ends meet. 1October 30th, 1990, 165438 died of meningitis at the Alsace Hotel in Paris. Robert Ross invited a Catholic priest to baptize Wilde before he died. Oscar Wilde was buried in the French national cemetery of Chez, Abela.
Introduction to the work (unfinished):
1880- Villa (printed by Wilde at his own expense)
188 1 year-poetry.
1888-Happy Prince and Other Stories
189 1 year-pomegranate house
189 1 year-Dorian Gray
189 1 year, Wilde wrote Salome in French.
1892- Mrs. Windermere's fan
1893-an irrelevant woman
1895-ideal husband
1895- the importance of being serious
1897, he wrote a poem "Song of Reading Prison" to mourn a former member of the Royal Cavalry Guard who was hanged for murder on July 7, 896.
1905-From the Abyss (also translated from the Abyss), this is a collection of letters written to Alfred Douglas by Wilde in prison, which was published with the help of Robert Ross. The copyright belongs to Wilde's youngest son, and Wilde's eldest son was killed in World War I)
"I, Wilde, am either notorious or famous all over the world."
Oscar Wilde
"All I need to declare is my genius." I have nothing to declare except my genius. )
Oscar Wilde
"Emotionally like illegal and natural behavior, just like thinking like paradox. Desire will eventually become a disease or madness, or both. I became indifferent to other people's lives. I enjoy life as I please again and again. I forgot that every little thing in daily life will temper or destroy my character. One day, a man had to climb on the roof and explain loudly what he had done in the secret room. Unconsciously, I am no longer my own master, I no longer have my soul. "
-"from the abyss"
"I have never seen a sad person.
With a wistful look
Looking up at that little blue curtain,
We prisoners call it the sky;
Look at every cheerful white cloud.
Floating in a strange freedom. "
-"Song of Reading Prison"