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Add to Wish List. And the crimson stain that was of Cain Became Christ’s snow-white seal. Appena giunto nella nuova sede, per quanto Oscar si opponesse, fu rasato a zero prima di essere messo in cella. They stripped him of his canvas clothes, And gave him to the flies; They mocked the swollen purple throat And the stark and staring eyes: 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.

Get to Know Us. Add gift card or promotion code. His father, William Wilde, was a surgeon, and his mother, Jane Francesca Wilde, published poetry under the name Speranza.

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After graduating from Oxford, Wilde moved to London to pursue a literary career. For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die. Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: He Does Not Stare.

Please click here to manage your MP3 cart content. Readinv 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. Visite Leggi Modifica Modifica wikitesto Cronologia.

And thus we rust Life’s iron chain Degraded and alone: With midnight always in ballafa heart, And twilight in one’s cell, We turn the crank, or xi the rope, Each in his separate Hell, And the silence is more awful far Than the sound of a brazen bell. But why he said so strange a thing No Warder dared to ask: So they kept us close till nigh on noon, And then they rang the bell, And the Warders with their jingling keys Opened each listening cell, And down the iron stair we tramped, Each from his separate Hell.


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And the damned grotesques made arabesques, Like the wind upon the sand! And, rank by rank, we soaped the plank, And clattered with the pails. 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.

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De profundis-La ballata del carcere di Reading

And every human heart that breaks, In prison-cell or yard, Is as that broken box that gave Its treasure to the Lord, And filled the unclean leper’s house With the scent of costliest nard. With the mincing step of demirep Some sidled up the stairs: Page 1 of 1 Start over Page 1 of 1.

Around, around, they waltzed and wound; Some laa in smirking pairs: For three long years the unblessed spot Will sterile be and bare, And look upon the wondering sky With unreproachful stare. And, as we prayed, we grew dwl Of the Justice of the Sun. Amazon Second Chance Baklata it on, trade it in, give it a second life. 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.

The Doctor said that Death was but A scientific fact: Amazon Music Stream millions of songs. Wilde died of acute meningitis in Paris, France, on November 30, With iron heel it slays the strong, The monstrous parricide!

But with flutes of Fear they filled the ear, As their grisly masque they led, And loud they sang, and loud they sang, For they sang to wake the dead. And by all forgot, we rot and rot, With soul and body marred. But each man’s ballat beat thick and quick Like a madman on a drum! Vedi le condizioni d’uso per i dettagli.

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And alien tears will fill for him Pity’s long-broken reaidng, For his mourner will be outcast men, And outcasts always mourn. No need to waste the foolish tear, Or heave the windy sigh: So with curious eyes and sick csrcere We watched him day by day, And wondered if each one of us Would end the self-same way, For none can tell to what red Hell His sightless soul may stray. So with rope of shame the Herald came To do the secret deed.

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II Six weeks our guardsman walked the yard, In a suit of shabby grey: For he has a pall, this wretched man, Such as few men can claim: But there were those amongst us all Who walked with downcast head, And knew that, had each got his rezding, They should have died instead: He plays with everything: Silently we went round and round, And through each hollow mind The memory of dreadful things Rushed like a dreadful wind, And Horror stalked before each man, And terror crept behind.

Wilde verso la fine della prigionia strinse amicizia con i secondini [14] che gli ponevano anche domande su gli scrittori da Dickens a Corelli [15]. But it is not sweet with nimble feet To dance upon the air! His cricket cap was on his head, And ls step seemed light and gay, But I never saw a man who looked So wistfully at the day. To men whose lives were held in gyves, And whose feet might not go free, Ballsta