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" Alas! it is a fearful thing To feel another's guilt! For, right within, the sword of sin Pierced to its poisoned hilt, And as molten lead were the tears we shed For the blood we had not spilt. "
The Prison System and Its Effects: Wherefrom, Whereto, and Why? - Page 25
by Antony Taylor - 2008 - 241 pages
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The Ballad of Reading Gaol

Oscar Wilde - History - 1898 - 80 pages
...knave — That endless vigil kept, And through each brain on hands of pain Another's terror crept. Alas ! it is a fearful thing To feel another's guilt...tears we shed For the blood we had not spilt. The Warders with their shoes of felt Crept by each padlocked door, And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,...
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The Ballad of Reading Gaol

Oscar Wilde - Law - 1898 - 84 pages
...knave — That endless vigil kept, And through each brain on hands of pain Another's terror crept. ! Alas ! it is a fearful thing / To feel another's guilt!...lead were the tears we shed For the blood we had not spilt.^The Warders with their shoes of felt Crept by each padlocked door, And peeped and saw, with...
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The Ballad of Reading Gaol

Oscar Wilde - Imprisonment - 1901 - 40 pages
...vigil kept, And through each brain on hands of pain Another's terror crept. Alas! it is a fearful thing Pierced to its poisoned hilt, And as molten lead were the tears we shed To feel another's guilt 1 For right within, the sword of Sin For the blood we had not split. The Warders...
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Complete Works, Volume 5

Oscar Wilde - 1909 - 364 pages
...That endless vigil kept, And through each brain on hands of pain Another's terror crept. 327 POEMS Alas! it is a fearful thing To feel another's guilt!...its poisoned hilt, And as molten lead were the tears WG shed For the blood we had not spilt. The Warders with their shoes of felt Crept by each padlocked...
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The Poems of Oscar Wilde, Volume 2

Oscar Wilde - Authors, Irish - 1906 - 176 pages
...knave — That endless vigil kept, And through each brain on hands of pain Another's terror crept. Alas ! it is a fearful thing To feel another's guilt...tears we shed For the blood we had not spilt. The Warders with their shoes of felt Crept by each padlocked door, And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,...
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The Ballad of Reading Gaol

Oscar Wilde - English poetry - 1906 - 60 pages
...brain on hands of pain Another's terror crept. r Alas ! it is a fearful thing To feel another's guilt 1 For, right within, the sword of Sin Pierced to its...tears we shed For the blood we had not spilt. The warders with their shoes of felt Crept by each padlocked door, Gray figures on the floor, And wondered...
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De Profundis and The Ballad of Reading Gaol

Oscar Wilde - Prisons - 1908 - 212 pages
...knave — That endless vigil kept, And through each brain on hands of pain Another's terror crept. Alas! it is a fearful thing To feel another's guilt!...tears we shed For the blood we had not spilt. The Warders with their shoes of felt Crept by each padlocked door, And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,...
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Collected Works of Oscar Wilde: Poems

Oscar Wilde - 1909 - 366 pages
...knave — That endless vigil kept, And through each brain on hands of pain Another's terror crept. Alas ! it is a fearful thing To feel another's guilt...tears we shed For the blood we had not spilt. The Warders with their shoes of felt Crept by each padlocked door, And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,...
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Poems, with an introduction by Richard Le Gallienne

Oscar Wilde - 1909 - 378 pages
...the knave— That endless vigil kept, And through each brain on hands of pain Another's terror crept. Alas ! it is a fearful thing To feel another's guilt!...tears we shed For the blood we had not spilt. The warders with their shoes of felt Crept by each padlocked door, ' ' Each evil sprite that walks t>v...
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Poems

Oscar Wilde - 1909 - 364 pages
...knave — That endless vigil kept, And through each brain on hands of pain Another's terror crept. Alas! it is a fearful thing To feel another's guilt!...poisoned hilt, And as molten lead were the tears we ehed For the blood we had not spilt. The Warders with their shoes of felt Crept by each padlocked door,...
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