I never saw sad men who looked So wistfully at the day. I never saw sad men who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue We prisoners call the sky, And at every careless cloud that passed In happy freedom by. A Golden Treasury of Irish Verse - Page 269edited by - 1925 - 346 pagesFull view - About this book
| Sir George Newnes, Herbert Greenhough Smith - 1902 - 816 pages
...at it a curious thing occurred. The following stanza flashed across my mind : — 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 quotation... | |
| Oscar Wilde - 1898 - 84 pages
...Opened each listening cell, And down the iron stair we tramped, Each from his separate Hell, i ~-J Out into God's sweet air we went, * But not in wonted...face was white with fear, And that man's face was gray, And I never saw sad men who looked So wistfully at the day. 20 • I never saw sad men who looked... | |
| Oscar Wilde - 1898 - 80 pages
...step seemed light and gay, But I never saw a man who looked So wistfully at the day. 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 wandering cloud that trailed Its ravelled fleeces by. He... | |
| Oscar Wilde - 1898 - 80 pages
...jingling keys Opened each listening cell, And down the iron stair we tramped, Each from his separate Hell. Out into God's sweet air we went, But not in wonted...face was white with fear, And that man's face was gray, And I never saw sad men who looked So wistfully at the day. 20 I never saw sad men who looked... | |
| Marie Theresa Villiers Earle - 1899 - 490 pages
...over the opposite roof that little square of blue which suggested these two verses : 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 wandering cloud that trailed Its ravelled fleeces by. He... | |
| Mrs. C. W. Earle - 1899 - 502 pages
...over the opposite roof that little square of blue which suggested these two verses : 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 wandering cloud that trailed Its ravelled fleeces by. He... | |
| Oscar Wilde - 1901 - 40 pages
...went But not in wonted way, For this man's face was white with fear, And that man's face was gray, And I never saw sad men who looked So wistfully at...the day. i never saw sad men who looked With such a wistfnl eye Upon that little tent of blue We prisoners called the sky, And at every careless cloud... | |
| Oscar Wilde - 1909 - 364 pages
...jingling keys Opened each listening cell, And down the iron stair we tramped, Each from bis separate Hell. Out into God's sweet air we went, But not in wonted...face was grey, And I never saw sad men who looked THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL I never saw sad men who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little... | |
| Oscar Wilde - 1906 - 176 pages
...jingling keys Opened each listening cell, And down the iron stair we tramped, Each from his separate Hell. Out into God's sweet air we went, But not in wonted...face was white with fear, And that man's face was gray, And I never saw sad men who looked So wistfully at the day. I never saw sad men who looked With... | |
| Oscar Wilde - 1906 - 60 pages
...jingling keys Opened each listening cell, And down the iron stair we tramped, Each from his separate Hell. Out into God's sweet air we went, But not in wonted way, For this man's face was white with fear, I never saw sad men who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue We prisoners called... | |
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