William Ernest Henley

(1849 - 1902 / Gloucester / England)

William Ernest Henley Poems

1. With Strawberries We Filled A Tray 12/16/2014
2. From A Window In Princes Street 4/12/2010
3. Since Those We Love And Those We Hate 2/18/2015
4. Ballade Of Youth And Age 4/12/2010
5. Enter Patient 4/12/2010
6. Fresh From His Fastnesses 4/12/2010
7. The Ways Are Green 4/12/2010
8. In Fisherrow 4/12/2010
9. To Me At My Fifth-Floor Window 4/12/2010
10. We Flash Across The Level 4/12/2010
11. While The West Is Paling 4/12/2010
12. Easy Is The Triolet 4/12/2010
13. Etching 4/12/2010
14. Gull In An Aery Morrice 4/12/2010
15. Discharged 4/12/2010
16. Clinical 4/12/2010
17. House-Surgeon 4/12/2010
18. Before 4/12/2010
19. Visitor 4/12/2010
20. Scrubber 4/12/2010
21. London Types: The Artist Muses At His Ease 4/12/2010
22. The Wan Sun Westers, Faint And Slow 4/12/2010
23. Here They Trysted, And Here They Strayed 4/12/2010
24. London Types:Life-Guardsman 4/12/2010
25. Where Forlorn Sunsets Flare And Fade 4/12/2010
26. When The Wind Storms By With A Shout 4/12/2010
27. You Played And Sang A Snatch Of Song 4/12/2010
28. Trees And The Menace Of Night 4/12/2010
29. Vigil 4/12/2010
30. Villanelle 4/12/2010
31. In The Waste Hour 4/12/2010
32. Envoy--To Charles Baxter 4/12/2010
33. The Chief 4/12/2010
34. London Types: Beef-Eater 4/12/2010
35. To: W A 4/12/2010
36. What Have I Done For You 4/12/2010
37. London Types: 'Liza 4/12/2010
38. Grave 4/12/2010
39. The Spring, My Dear 4/12/2010
40. The Full Sea Rolls And Thunders 4/12/2010

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  • Jnana Eshwar (10/18/2018 8:43:00 AM)

    William Ernest Henley is really an excellent author. I really don't know much about him as i am only 9 and a half years old.

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  • Ruta Mohapatra Ruta Mohapatra (7/22/2018 2:04:00 PM)

    I love his poems. They are enchanting, profound, leave a lasting impression. He is unquestionably one of the great poets.

  • Marshia Allen (6/22/2018 6:26:00 PM)

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  • Joseph Dela Sulh (losembe) Joseph Dela Sulh (losembe) (9/29/2015 2:14:00 PM)

    Nice piece of work indeed

  • Manuel Rosenbaum (5/22/2014 4:36:00 PM)

    In 2004, at age 75, I was diagnosed with an aggressive form of prostate cancer. one of the things that helped me was remembering Invictus which I had memorized as a teenager. It gave me the inner strength and courage to fight back and survive!

  • Charles Darnell Charles Darnell (7/3/2013 4:12:00 PM)

    In answer to Suresh, I believe Henley was referring to death with no afterlife. If you place his life within a historical context, the theory of Evolution had emerged as a dominate force in science. Many people despaired that the theory killed the idea of God. They came to think that there was no God, heaven, or indeed any kind of life after death. I think Henley embraced this and hence the line. This idea is further re-enforced by his final line I am the captain of my soul...in other words, I am responsible for my life, my actions, my spirit and answerable to myself (not to God) .
    This is one of my all time favorite poems.

  • Sharon Coakley (3/19/2013 2:38:00 AM)

    to me this poet had a will to fight. he did not let his struggles no matter how hard it seemed conquered him. He seem very much in touch with pain and hardship and some how his spirit is unbreakable.

  • Jed Mills (2/12/2013 4:00:00 PM)

    I find that the life of this man is very interesting and sad.

Best Poem of William Ernest Henley

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Read the full of Invictus

Ballade Of Dead Actors

Where are the passions they essayed,
And where the tears they made to flow?
Where the wild humours they portrayed
For laughing worlds to see and know?
Othello's wrath and Juliet's woe?
Sir Peter's whims and Timon's gall?
And Millamant and Romeo?
Into the night go one and all.
Where are the braveries, fresh or frayed?

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