“ For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die. ”
Oscar Wilde, Ballad of Reading Gaol (1898). copy citation
| Author | Oscar Wilde |
|---|---|
| Source | Ballad of Reading Gaol |
| Topic | love killing |
| Date | 1898 |
| Language | English |
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| Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/files/301/301-h/301-h.htm |
Context
“Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die. He does not die a death of shame On a day of dark disgrace, Nor have a noose about his neck, Nor a cloth upon his face, Nor drop feet foremost through the floor Into an empty place He does not sit with silent men Who watch him night and day;”
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