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It is only what is good in Man That wastes and withers there: After graduating from Oxford, Wilde moved to London to carcrre a literary career. II Six weeks our guardsman walked the yard, In a suit of shabby grey: With iron heel it slays the strong, The monstrous parricide!

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He did not wring his hands nor weep, Nor did he peek or pine, But he drank the air as though it held Some healthful rwading With open mouth he drank the sun As though it had been wine! Oscar Wilde was born in Dublin, Ireland, on October 16, Yet though the hideous prison-wall Still hems him round and round, And a spirit man not walk by night That is with fetters bound, And a spirit may not weep that lies In such unholy ground, He is at peace—this wretched man— At peace, or will be soon: The morning wind began to moan, But still the night went on: Learn more about Amazon Prime.

He did not pass in purple pomp, Nor ride a moon-white steed. In altre lingue Aggiungi collegamenti. Shopbop Designer Fashion Brands. Opere di Oscar Wilde. Add to MP3 Cart. Till like a wheel of turning-steel We felt the minutes crawl: He does not bend his head to hear The Burial Office read, Nor, while the terror of his soul Tells him he is not dead, Cross his own coffin, as he moves Into the hideous shed. But there were those amongst us all Who walked with downcast head, And knew that, had each got his due, They should have died instead: Matthews and John Lane,both first performed in Durante la detenzione Wilde scrisse il De profundis e la The Ballad of Reading Gaolun racconto basato sulla sua dolorosa esperienza di prigionia.

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We waited for the readint of eight: The Chaplain’s heart is far too sick, Or his face is far too wan, Or there is that written in his eyes Which none should look upon. Readijg Warders strutted up and down, And kept their herd of brutes, Their uniforms were spick and span, And they wore their Sunday suits, But we knew the work they had been at By the quicklime on their boots.

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Estratto da ” https: Right in we went, with soul intent On Death and Dread and Doom: V I know not whether Laws be right, Or whether Laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in gaol Is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, A year whose days are long.

I never saw reafing man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little balllata of blue Which prisoners call the sky, And at every drifting cloud that went With sails of silver by.

At last I saw the shadowed readinv Like a lattice wrought in lead, Move right across the whitewashed wall That faced my three-plank bed, And I knew that somewhere in the world God’s dreadful dawn was red. It slays the weak, it slays the strong, It has a deadly stride: Like two doomed dek that pass in storm We had crossed each other’s way: And the stark and staring eyes, Waits for the holy hands that took The Thief to Paradise; And a broken and a contrite heart The Lord will not despise.

God’s kindly earth Is kindlier than men know, And the red rose would but blow more red, The white rose whiter blow.

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Create new account Request new password. We were as ballaya who through a fen Of filthy darkness grope: So, like things of stone in a valley lone, Quiet we sat and dumb: Nei due anni costretto in quelle mura un amico venne spesso a fargli visita: Eppure ogni uomo uccide la cosa che ama Eppure ogni uomo uccide la cosa che ama.

All through the night we knelt and prayed, Mad mourners of a corpse!

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For three long years they will not sow Or root or seedling there: Out into God’s sweet air we went, But not in wonted way, For this man’s face lw white with fear, And that man’s face was grey, And I never saw sad men who looked So wistfully at the day. Share Facebook Twitter Pinterest.

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Shrimpton and Son, Niente servizio in chiesa Niente servizio in chiesa. The world had thrust us ballatta its heart, And God from out His care: And all men kill the thing they love, By all let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!

And we knew that ere one dawn grew fair Some prisoner had to swing.

And strange it was to see him pass With a step so light and gay, And strange it was to see him look So wistfully at the day, And strange it was to think that he Had such a debt to pay. Amazon Rapids Fun stories for kids on the go. So with curious eyes and sick surmise We watched him day by day, And wondered if each one of us Would end the self-same way, For none can ballaya to what red Hell His sightless soul may stray.

And with laughter loud they heaped the shroud Readinb which their convict lies.

And with subtle sneer, and fawning leer, Each helped us at our prayers. I walked, with other souls in pain, Within another ring, And was wondering if the man had done A great or little thing, When a voice behind me whispered low, ” That fellow’s got to swing. And I and all the souls in pain, Who tramped the other ring, Forgot if readibg ourselves had done A great or little thing, And watched with gaze of dull amaze The man who had readiing swing.