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        <h1>Oscar Wilde</h1>
        (184? –19?? )
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        <em>The Ballad of the Redding Geole</em> is certainly one of the sadest poem this witty man 
        has written. It is full of gore and morbidity, but it is also a very touching look 
        life gone by while one was dancing and frivolously enjoying the profound superficiality 
        of life. A short extract of this long poem has become Elsie Dee's song "The Gallows". 

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        <h1>Oscar Wilde</h1>
        (184? –19?? )
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        <em>The Ballad of the Redding Geole</em> cierto es uno de los mas triste poemas de ese comico 
        victoriano, pero es mas bien una vista nostalgica sobre una juventud passada cantando 
        y gozando con frivolidad la superficialidad de la vida. The Gallows es un 
        extracto corto de ese largo poema. 

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      <h1>Oscar Wilde</h1>
      (184? –19?? ) 
      <br /><br />
      <em>The Ballad of the Redding Geole</em> cierto es uno de los mas triste poemas de ese comico 
      victoriano, pero es mas bien una vista nostálgica sobre una juventud passada cantando y 
      gozando con frivolidad la superficialidad de la vida. <em>The gallows</em> es un extracto 
      corto de ese largo poema.
    
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      <h2>The Gallows</h2>

	  	It’s sweet to dance to violins<br />
      When love and life are fair<br />
      To dance to flutes to dance to lutes <br />
      Is delicate and rare<br />
      But it’s not sweet with nimble feet <br />
      To dance upon the air<br />
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      With mob and mow we saw them go<br />
      Slim shadows hand in hand<br />
      About about in ghostly rout<br />
      They trod a saraband<br />
      And the dammed grotesques made arabesques<br />  
      Like the wind upon the sand<br />
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      With the pirouettes of marionettes<br />
      They tripped on pointed tread<br />
      But with flutes of fear they filled the ear<br />
      As their grizzly masque they led<br />
      And loud they sang and long they sang<br />
      For they sang to wake the dead<br />
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      Oh ho they cried the world is wide <br />
      But fettered limbs go lame<br />
      And once or twice to throw the dice<br />
      Is a gentlemanly game<br />
      But he does not win who plays with sin<br />
      In the secret house of shame<br />
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