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" Becomes one's heart by night. With midnight always in one's heart, And twilight in one's cell, We turn the crank, or tear the rope, Each in his separate Hell, And the silence is more awful far Than the sound of a brazen bell. "
Proceedings of the Annual Congress of the American Prison Association - Page 43
by American Prison Association. Congress - 1908
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Archiv für das Studium der neueren Sprachen und Literaturen, Volume 123

Languages, Modern - 1909 - 524 pages
...no more his head, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. AM VI 37—42 and And never a human voice comes near To speak a gentle word: And by all forgot, we rot and rot With soul and body marred. RG V 61—66. as compared with, Alone, alone,...
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The Ballad of Reading Gaol

Oscar Wilde - Imprisonment - 1901 - 40 pages
...night. With midnight always in one's heart, Each in his separate Hell, And the silence is more awful far And twilight in one's cell, We turn the crank, or tear the rope, Than the sound of a brazen bell. And never a human voice comes near is pitiless and hard: And by all...
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The City Jail: A Symposium

Fay Lewis - Jails - 1903 - 106 pages
...living Death Chokes up each grated screen, And all, but Lust, is turned to dust In Humanity's machine. With midnight always in one's heart, And twilight...more awful far Than the sound of a brazen bell. And thus we nut Life's iron chain Degraded and alone: And some men corse, and some men weep, And some men...
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The City Jail: A Symposium

Fay Lewis - Jails - 1903 - 112 pages
...living Death Chokes up each grated screen, And all, but Lust, is turned to dust In Humanity's machine. With midnight always in one's heart, And twilight...is more awful far Than the sound of a brazen bell. 64 2Jh* fflitH latl And thus we nut life's iron chain Degraded and alone: And some men curse, and some...
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The City Jail: A Symposium

Fay Lewis - Jails - 1903 - 120 pages
...living Death Chokes np each grated screen, And all, bat Last, is turned to dost In Humanity's machine. With midnight always in one's heart, And twilight in one's cell, We torn the crank, or tear the rope, Each in his separate Hell, And the silence is more awful far Than...
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Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: Poems

Oscar Wilde - 1909 - 370 pages
...For what chills and kills outright Is that every stone one lifts by day Becomes one's heart by night. With midnight always in one's heart, And twilight...the sound of a brazen bell. And never a human voice conies near To speak a gentle word: And the eye that watches through the door Is pitiless and hard:...
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Report and manual for probation officers of the Superior Court acting as ...

California. Superior Court (Los Angeles County) - 1912 - 392 pages
...Man That wastes and withers there : Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate, And the Warder is Despair. " With midnight always in one's heart, And twilight...And the silence is more awful far Than the sound of brazen bell. " And never a human voice comes near To speak a gentle word : And the eye that watches...
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The Ballad of Reading Gaol

Oscar Wilde - Capital punishment - 1916 - 52 pages
...For what chills and kills outright Is {hat every stone one lifts by day Becomes one's heart by night. With midnight always in one's heart, And twilight in one's cell, We turn me crank, or tear {he rope, Each in his separate Hell, And the silence is more awful far 'Than {he...
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Pennsylvania Journal of Prison Discipline and Philanthropy, Volumes 47-48

Charities - 1909 - 228 pages
...painting no imaginary or fanciful picture; I am describing the thing that has existed, and still 33 exists, throughout practically the entire United States....separate Hell ; And the silence is more awful far "And never a human voice comes near To speak a gentle word: And the eye that watches through the door...
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Poetry of the Nineties

Clarence Edward Andrews, Milton Oswin Percival - English poetry - 1926 - 320 pages
...For what chills and kills outright Is that every stone one lifts by day Becomes one's heart at night. With midnight always in one's heart, And twilight...his separate Hell, And the silence is more awful far And never a human voice conies near To speak a gentle word: And the eye that watches through the door...
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