William Ernest Henley

(1849 - 1902 / Gloucester / England)

Poems of William Ernest Henley

101. O Gather Me the Rose 1/3/2003
102. O, Falmouth Is a Fine Town 4/12/2010
103. O, Have You Blessed, Behind The Stars 4/12/2010
104. O, Time And Change, They Range And Range 4/12/2010
105. On The Way To Kew 4/12/2010
106. One With The Ruined Sunset 4/12/2010
107. Operation 4/12/2010
108. Orientale 4/12/2010
109. Out Of The Night That Covers Me 4/12/2010
110. Over the Hills and Far Away 4/12/2010
111. Pastoral 4/12/2010
112. Praise The Generous Gods 4/12/2010
113. Pro Rege Nostro 4/12/2010
114. Prologue 4/12/2010
115. Romance 4/12/2010
116. Scherzando 4/12/2010
117. Scrubber 4/12/2010
118. She Saunters By The Swinging Seas 4/12/2010
119. Some Starlit Garden Grey With Dew 4/12/2010
120. Space And Dread and The Dark 4/12/2010

Croquis

The beach was crowded. Pausing now and then,
He groped and fiddled doggedly along,
His worn face glaring on the thoughtless throng
The stony peevishness of sightless men.
He seemed scarce older than his clothes. Again,
Grotesquing thinly many an old sweet song,
So cracked his fiddle, his hand so frail and wrong,
You hardly could distinguish one in ten.
He stopped at last, and sat him on the sand,

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