The Ballad Of Reading Jail

The Ballad Of Reading Jail. The ballad of Reading Gaol Wilde, Oscar, 18541900 Stock Photo Alamy prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896 I He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands When they found him with the dead, Versions of The Ballad of Reading Gaol include: The Ballad of Reading Gaol, published by Thomas B

'The Ballad of Reading Gaol' details the emotional experience of imprisonment, something that Wilde lived firsthand when he was sentenced to two years of hard labor in Reading Gaol after a failed court case with his long-term partner's father. He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands When they found him with the dead, The poor dead woman whom he loved, And murdered in her bed

The Ballad of Reading Gaol

In Reading gaol by Reading town There is a pit of shame, And in it lies a wretched man Eaten by teeth of flame, In burning winding-sheet he lies, And his grave has got no name 'The Ballad of Reading Gaol' details the emotional experience of imprisonment, something that Wilde lived firsthand when he was sentenced to two years of hard labor in Reading Gaol after a failed court case with his long-term partner's father. He does not rise in piteous haste To put on convict-clothes, While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes

The Ballad of Reading Gaol British Antique Dealers' Association. 'The Ballad of Reading Gaol' details the emotional experience of imprisonment, something that Wilde lived firsthand when he was sentenced to two years of hard labor in Reading Gaol after a failed court case with his long-term partner's father. dʒ eɪ l /) on 19 May 1897.Wilde had been incarcerated in Reading after being convicted of gross indecency with other men in 1895 and sentenced to two years' hard labour in prison.

THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL and Other Poems by Oscar Wilde Near Fine Hardcover (1951) Foley. In Reading gaol by Reading town There is a pit of shame, And in it lies a wretched man Eaten by teeth of flame, In burning winding-sheet he lies, And his grave has got no name In Reading gaol by Reading town There is a pit of shame, And in it lies a wretched man Eaten by teeth of flame, In a burning winding-sheet he lies,