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 ...
Fragments 91, 92, 99, 106, 104, 103, 100, 105, 101, 102, 96, 109, 93, 94, 97, 95, and 133 combined.Raise ...
Cisterns and stones; the fig-tree in the wallCasts down her shadow, ashen as her boughs,Across the road, across the thick ...
Walk past those houses on a Sunday morningwhere pianos stumble in front rooms,mechanics freed from tools take shearsto clip their ...
While with labour assiduous due pleasure I mix,And in one day atone for the business of six,In a little Dutch ...
BENEATH the rooftree of the dark,Like Noah shut within the ark,I welcome from the waste of nightThe earliest olive-branch of ...
Behold, He sits beside the sea of Eternity,Whose dead waters are troubled, and LoveBursts the gateway of His lips,And the ...
How do I love you, beech-trees, in the autumn,Your stone-grey columns a cathedral naveProcessional above the earth's brown glory!I was ...
IF we could salvage BabylonFrom times's grim heap of dust and bones;If we could charm cool waters backTo sing against ...
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
Above the bones St. Ursula owns,And those of the virgins she chaperons; Above the ...
Quickly they vanish to a land unlit,Things for which no man cares to smile or mourn,Forgotten in the place where ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Along the wind-swept platform, pinched and white, The travellers stand in pools of wintry light, Offering themselves to morn's long, ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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