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 ...
William Ernest Henley Poems on Life (14 Poems)
Andante Con Moto (William Ernest Henley Poems)
Forth from the dust and din,The crush, the heat, the many-spotted glare,The odour and sense of life and lust aflare,The ...
Allegro Maestoso (William Ernest Henley Poems)
Spring winds that blowAs over leagues of myrtle-blooms and may;Bevies of spring clouds trooping slow,Like matrons heavy bosomed and aglowWith ...
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 New Song to an Old Tune (William Ernest Henley Poems)
SONS of Shannon, Tamar, Trent,Men of the Lothians, Men of Kent,Essex, Wessex, shore and shire,Mates of the net, the mine, ...
A Love By The Sea (William Ernest Henley Poems)
Out of the starless night that covers me,(O tribulation of the wind that rolls!)Black as the cloud of some tremendous ...
At Queensferry (William Ernest Henley Poems)
The blackbird sang, the skies were clear and cleanWe bowled along a road that curved a spineSuperbly sinuous and serpentineThro' ...
After (William Ernest Henley Poems)
Like as a flamelet blanketed in smoke,So through the anaesthetic shows my life;So flashes and so fades my thought, at ...
Ave, Caesar! (William Ernest Henley Poems)
From the winter's grey despair,From the summer's golden languor,Death, the lover of Life,Frees us for ever.Inevitable, silent, unseen,Everywhere always,Shadow by ...
A Thanksgiving (William Ernest Henley Poems)
From brief delights that rise to meOut of unfathomable dole,I thank whatever gods there beFor mine unconquerable soul.In the strong ...
Double Ballade on the Nothingness of Things (William Ernest Henley Poem)
The big teetotum twirls, And epochs wax and wane As chance subsides or swirls; But of the loss and gain ...
I am the Reaper (William Ernest Henley Poem)
I am the Reaper. All things with heedful hook Silent I gather. Pale roses touched with the spring, Tall corn ...
England, My England (William Ernest Henley Poem)
WHAT have I done for you, England, my England? What is there I would not do, England, my own? With ...
London Voluntaries IV: Out of the Poisonous East (William Ernest Henley Poem)
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...