A Desolate Shore (William Ernest Henley Poems)
A desolate shore,The sinister seduction of the Moon,The menace of the irreclaimable Sea.Flaunting, tawdry and grim,From cloud to cloud along ...
A desolate shore,The sinister seduction of the Moon,The menace of the irreclaimable Sea.Flaunting, tawdry and grim,From cloud to cloud along ...
Ours is no quarrel that will not be ended--Ours are not hearts to hate ...
Dum tacent clamantINGLORIOUS friend! most confident I am Thy life is one of very little ease; Albeit men mock thee with their ...
GOOD FRIDAY in my heart! Fear and affright! My thoughts are the Disciples when they fled, My words the words ...
O BLINDED readers of the scroll of time,Think ye that freedom yields her hand to crime?Or the fair whiteness of ...
MY LIFE is bitter with thy love; thine eyesBlind me, thy tresses burn me, thy sharp sighsDivide my flesh and ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood,Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt ...
The man is thought a knave, or fool, Or bigot, plotting crime, Who, for the ...
You, O the piteous you!Who all the long night throughAnticipatedlyDisclose yourself to meAlready in the waysBeyond our human comfortable days;How ...
August 2: 1100Where the greenwood is greenestAt gloaming of day,Where the twelve-antler'd stagFaces boldest at bay;Where the solitude deepens,Till almost ...
He writes to us most every day, and how his letters thrill us! I can't describe the joys with ...
If he should meet a mother there Along some winding Flanders road, No extra touch of grief ...
All that I ask, says Love, "is just to standAnd gaze, unchided, deep in thy dear eyes;For in their depths ...
Though tombstones fine of bluish slate Should ornament, adorn, my grave,But I were to have died a slave,Come, spit on ...
YOU are a sky of autumn, pale and rose; But all the sea of sadness in my blood Surges, and ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost- silly West, on your face a porcelain grin, tugging a papier-mache cactus on ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
All that I ask, 'says Love, 'is just to stand And gaze, unchided, deep in thy dear eyes; For in ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic night, I was lonesome as a loon, so if you can, ...
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