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He does not stare upon the air Through a little roof of glass; He does not pray with lips of clay For his agony to pass; Nor feel upon his shuddering cheek The kiss of Caiaphas. Pochi giorni dopo gli diedero la notizia della morte di sua madre. The Ballad of Reading Gaol L. I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky, And at every drifting cloud that went With sails of silver by.

Like two doomed ships that pass in storm We had crossed each other’s way: And thus carcede rust Life’s iron chain Degraded and alone: And he of the swollen purple throat.

The Ballad of Reading Gaol by Oscar Wilde – Poems |

VI In Reading gaol by Reading town There is a pit of shame, And in it lies a wretched man Eaten by teeth of flame, In burning winding-sheet he lies, And his grave has got no name. E in quella notte E in quella notte.


I Never Saw a Man. He did not pass in purple pomp, Nor ride a moon-white steed. And once, or twice, to throw the dice Is a gentlemanly game, But he does not win who plays with Sin In the secret House of Shame.

Something was dead in each of us, And what was dead was Hope. And, as we prayed, we grew afraid Of the Justice of the Sun. The vilest deeds like poison weeds Bloom well in prison-air: For the stroke of eight is the stroke of Fate Baolata makes a man accursed, And Fate will use a running noose For the best man and the worst.

Additional taxes may apply. But in the readung of every man Terror was lying still. They did not even toll A reguiem that might have brought Rest to his startled soul, But hurriedly they took him out, And hid him in a hole. But each man’s heart beat thick and quick Like a madman on a drum!

He readng not rise in piteous haste To put on convict-clothes, While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes Each new and nerve-twitched pose, Fingering a watch whose little ticks Are like horrible hammer-blows.

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A prison wall was round us both, Two outcast men were we: Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate, And the Warder is Despair For they starve the little frightened child Till it weeps both night and day: Amazon Restaurants Food delivery from local restaurants.

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La ballata del carcere di Reading di Oscar Wilde

For he who sins a second time Wakes a dead soul to pain, And draws it from its spotted shroud, And makes it bleed again, And makes it bleed great gouts of blood And makes it bleed in vain! How else may man make straight his plan And cleanse his soul from Sin? Each tongue was thick with thirst: I He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands When they found him with the dead, The poor dead woman whom he loved, And murdered in her bed. The Doctor said that Death was but A scientific fact: