{"product_id":"2940013433410","title":"THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL","description":"• Table of contents with working links to chapters is included\u003cbr\u003e• The book has been corrected for spelling and grammatical errors\u003cbr\u003e• New and improved version\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  He did not wear his scarlet coat,\u003cbr\u003e                 For blood and wine are red,\u003cbr\u003e               And blood and wine were on his hands\u003cbr\u003e                 When they found him with the dead,\u003cbr\u003e               The poor dead woman whom he loved,\u003cbr\u003e                 And murdered in her bed.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e               He walked amongst the Trial Men\u003cbr\u003e                 In a suit of shabby gray;\u003cbr\u003e               A cricket cap was on his head,\u003cbr\u003e                 And his step seemed light and gay;\u003cbr\u003e               But I never saw a man who looked\u003cbr\u003e                 So wistfully at the day.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e               I never saw a man who looked\u003cbr\u003e                 With such a wistful eye\u003cbr\u003e               Upon that little tent of blue\u003cbr\u003e                 Which prisoners call the sky,\u003cbr\u003e               And at every drifting cloud that went\u003cbr\u003e                 With sails of silver by.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e               I walked, with other souls in pain,\u003cbr\u003e                 Within another ring,\u003cbr\u003e               And was wondering if the man had done\u003cbr\u003e                 A great or little thing,\u003cbr\u003e               When a voice behind me whispered low,\u003cbr\u003e                 \"That fellow's got to swing.\"\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e               Dear Christ! the very prison walls\u003cbr\u003e                 Suddenly seemed to reel,\u003cbr\u003e               And the sky above my head became\u003cbr\u003e                 Like a casque of scorching steel;\u003cbr\u003e               And, though I was a soul in pain,\u003cbr\u003e                 My pain I could not feel.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e               I only knew what haunted thought\u003cbr\u003e                 Quickened his step, and why\u003cbr\u003e               He looked upon the garish day\u003cbr\u003e                 With such a wistful eye;\u003cbr\u003e               The man had killed the thing he loved,\u003cbr\u003e                 And so he had to die.","brand":"Unforgotten Classics","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47145676865776,"sku":"2940013433410","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013433410_p0.jpg?v=1763581259","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013433410","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}