 | Oscar Wilde - 1898 - 80 pàgines
...with fear, And that man's face was gray, And I never saw sad men who looked I never saw sad men who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue We prisoners called the sky, And at every careless cloud that passed In happy freedom by. But there... | |
 | Oscar Wilde - 1898 - 84 pàgines
...was gray, And I never saw sad men who looked So wistfully at the day. 20 • I never saw sad men who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue We prisoners called the sky, And at every careless cloud that passed In happy freedom by. But there... | |
 | Oscar Wilde - 1898 - 80 pàgines
...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. «e "••••" He did not wring his hands,... | |
 | Marie Theresa Villiers Earle - 1899 - 490 pàgines
...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 did not wring his hands, as do Those witless... | |
 | Mrs. C. W. Earle - 1899 - 502 pàgines
...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 did not wring his hands, as do Those witless... | |
 | Oscar Wilde - 1909 - 364 pàgines
...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 tent of blue We prisoners called the sky, And at every careless cloud that passed In happy freedom by. But there... | |
 | Oscar Wilde - 1906 - 60 pàgines
...saw a man who looked So wistfully at the day. I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful «ye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky, And at every wandering cloud that trailed Its ravelled fleeces by. To try to rear the changeling Hope In the cave... | |
 | Oscar Wilde - 1906 - 176 pàgines
...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 wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue We prisoners called the sky, And at every careless cloud that passed In happy freedom by. But there... | |
 | Oscar Wilde - 1908 - 212 pàgines
...face was grey, And 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 called the sky, And at every careless cloud that passed In happy freedom by. But there... | |
 | Oscar Wilde - 1909 - 366 pàgines
...face was grey, And 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 called the sky, And at every careless cloud that passed In happy freedom by. But there... | |
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And 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 called the sky. And at every careless cloud that passed In happy freedom by. 
