 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.  The Dark Beyond the Stars: A Novel - Seite 1von Frank M. Robinson - 1998 - 408 SeitenEingeschränkte Leseprobe - Über dieses Buch
 | Sir George Newnes, Herbert Greenhough Smith - 1902 - 816 Seiten
...! As I looked up 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...little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky, And at every drifting cloud that went With sails of silver by. The quotation is from a sombre poern,... | |
 | Oscar Wilde - 1898 - 80 Seiten
...white 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 Seiten
...face 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... | |
 | Mrs. C. W. Earle - 1899 - 502 Seiten
...too could see 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...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... | |
 | Marie Theresa Villiers Earle - 1899 - 490 Seiten
...too could see 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...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... | |
 | Oscar Wilde - 1909 - 364 Seiten
...man's 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 - 176 Seiten
...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 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... | |
 | Holger Drachmann - 1908 - 138 Seiten
...eclectic aestheticism are broken down, and he is overcome by a great emotional flood of pity and terror. ' I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye...little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky, And at every drifting cloud that went With sails of silver by. ' I walked with other souls in pain... | |
 | Oscar Wilde - 1908 - 212 Seiten
...man's 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 - 378 Seiten
...head, And his step seemed light and gay •. Bat 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 bine Which prisoners call the sky, And at every drifting cloud that went With sails of silver by. I... | |
| |
