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" 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 269
edited by - 1925 - 346 pages
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The Strand Magazine, Volume 23

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...
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The Ballad of Reading Gaol

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...
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The Ballad of Reading Gaol

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...
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The Ballad of Reading Gaol

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...
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More Pot-pourri from a Surrey Garden

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...
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More Pot-pourri from a Surrey Garden

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...
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The Ballad of Reading Gaol

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...
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Complete Works, Volume 5

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...
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The Poems of Oscar Wilde, Volume 2

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...
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The Ballad of Reading Gaol

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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