Arabian Night’s Entertainments (William Ernest Henley Poems)
Once on a timeThere was a little boy: a master-mageBy virtue of a BookOf magic--O, so magical it filledHis life ...
Once on a timeThere was a little boy: a master-mageBy virtue of a BookOf magic--O, so magical it filledHis life ...
Translation Iby Dr. Josephine Barry DavisAh! How beautiful is Kabul encircled by her arid mountainsAnd Rose, of the trails of ...
"O Heaven, he cried, my bleeding country save;Is there no hand on high to shield the brave?"——CampbellSpeak not thus in ...
Out of lemon flowersloosedon the moonlight, love'slashed and insatiableessences,sodden with fragrance,the lemon tree's yellowemerges,the lemonsmove downfrom the tree's planetariumDelicate merchandise!The ...
As an old mercer in some sleepy townSwings wide his windows new day after day,Sets all his wares around in ...
In sixteen hundred and forty-one,The regular yearly galleon,Laden with odorous gums and spice,India cottons and India rice,And the richest silks ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
IFar, far across the desert sands,I hear the camel-bells;Merchants have come from alien lands,With stuffs, and gems, and silken bands,Back ...
I sleep a lot and read St. Thomas AquinasOr The Death of God (that's a Protestant book).To the right the ...
I always wished to see the world, I 'ad no chanst before,Nor I don't suppose I should 'ave if there ...
They talk about gardens of roses,And moonlight over the sea,And mountains and snowAnd sunsetty glow,But I know what is best ...
Adown the land great rivers glide With lyric odes upon their lips, The sheltered bay with singing tide Forever woos ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
When I was just a little boy, Before I went to school, I had a fleet of forty sail I ...
Lavender musk rose from the volume I was reading through, The college crest impressed in gold, tooled gold lettering on ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
Out of lemon flowers loosed on the moonlight, love's lashed and insatiable essences, sodden with fragrance, the lemon tree's yellow ...
WHEN dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky, Rousing the world to labour's various cry, To tend the flock, to ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
I sleep a lot and read St. Thomas Aquinas Or The Death of God (that's a Protestant book). To the ...
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