William Ernest Henley

(1849 - 1902 / Gloucester / England)

William Ernest Henley Poems

121. Grave 4/12/2010
122. From The Break The Nightingale 4/12/2010
123. From A Window In Princes Street 4/12/2010
124. Friends.... Old Friends...... 4/12/2010
125. Fresh From His Fastnesses 4/12/2010
126. Fill A Glass With Golden Wine 4/12/2010
127. Etching 4/12/2010
128. Epilogue 4/12/2010
129. Envoy--To Charles Baxter 4/12/2010
130. Enter Patient 4/12/2010
131. England, My England 1/4/2003
132. Easy is the Triolet 4/12/2010
133. Double Ballade on the Nothingness of Things 1/3/2003
134. Double Ballad Of Life And Death 4/12/2010
135. Discharged 4/12/2010
136. Dedication--To My Wife 4/12/2010
137. Dedication--To My Wife 4/12/2010
138. Crosses And Troubles 4/12/2010
139. Croquis 1/3/2003
140. Clinical 4/12/2010

There's a Regret

There's a regret
So grinding, so immitigably sad,
Remorse thereby feels tolerant, even glad. ...
Do you not know it yet?

For deeds undone
Rnakle and snarl and hunger for their due,
Till there seems naught so despicable as you
In all the grin o' the sun.

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