The Best of Oscar Wilde; Being a Collection of the Best Poems And Prose Extracts of the Writer;
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With yawning mouth the yellow hole Gaped for a living thing ; The very mud cried out for blood To the thirsty asphalt ring : And we knew that ere one dawn grew fair Some prisoner had to swing.
That night the empty corridors Were full of forms of Fear, And up and down the iron town Stole feet we could not hear, And through the bars that hide the stars White faces seemed to peer.
He lay as one who lies and dreams In a pleasant meadow-land, The watchers watched him as he slept, And could not under...stand How one could sleep so sweet a sleep With a hangman close at hand.
The gray cock crew, the red cock crew, But never came the day : And crooked shapes of Terror crouched, In the corners where we lay: And each evil sprite that walked by night Before us seemed to play.
They glided past, they glided fast, Like travelers through a mist : They mocked the moon in a rigadoon Of delicate turn and twist, And with a formal pace and loathsome grace The phantoms kept their tryst.
The morning wind began to moan, But still the night went on : Through its giant loom the web of gloom Crept till each thread was spun : And, as we prayed, we grew afraid Of the Justice of the Sun.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
With yawning mouth the yellow hole Gaped for a living thing ; The very mud cried out for blood To the thirsty asphalt ring : And we knew that ere one dawn grew fair Some prisoner had to swing.
That night the empty corridors Were full of forms of Fear, And up and down the iron town Stole feet we could not hear, And through the bars that hide the stars White faces seemed to peer.
He lay as one who lies and dreams In a pleasant meadow-land, The watchers watched him as he slept, And could not under...stand How one could sleep so sweet a sleep With a hangman close at hand.
The gray cock crew, the red cock crew, But never came the day : And crooked shapes of Terror crouched, In the corners where we lay: And each evil sprite that walked by night Before us seemed to play.
They glided past, they glided fast, Like travelers through a mist : They mocked the moon in a rigadoon Of delicate turn and twist, And with a formal pace and loathsome grace The phantoms kept their tryst.
The morning wind began to moan, But still the night went on : Through its giant loom the web of gloom Crept till each thread was spun : And, as we prayed, we grew afraid Of the Justice of the Sun.
What to read after The Best of Oscar Wilde; Being a Collection of the Best Poems And Prose Extracts of the Writer;?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Wilde Oscar to read onlineMoreLess
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