William Ernest Henley

(1849 - 1902 / Gloucester / England)

William Ernest Henley Poems

1. Since Those We Love And Those We Hate 2/18/2015
2. With Strawberries We Filled A Tray 12/16/2014
3. London Types: The Artist Muses At His Ease 4/12/2010
4. London Types:Life-Guardsman 4/12/2010
5. Prologue 4/12/2010
6. Scrubber 4/12/2010
7. To Me At My Fifth-Floor Window 4/12/2010
8. We Flash Across The Level 4/12/2010
9. While The West Is Paling 4/12/2010
10. London Types: 'Liza 4/12/2010
11. The Full Sea Rolls And Thunders 4/12/2010
12. Staff Nurse: New Style 4/12/2010
13. London Types: Sandwich-Man 4/12/2010
14. Enter Patient 4/12/2010
15. Visitor 4/12/2010
16. From A Window In Princes Street 4/12/2010
17. The Wan Sun Westers, Faint And Slow 4/12/2010
18. London Types: Mounted Police 4/12/2010
19. Fresh From His Fastnesses 4/12/2010
20. Orientale 4/12/2010
21. Where Forlorn Sunsets Flare And Fade 4/12/2010
22. In Fisherrow 4/12/2010
23. When The Wind Storms By With A Shout 4/12/2010
24. O, Falmouth Is A Fine Town 4/12/2010
25. Not To The Staring Day 4/12/2010
26. Etching 4/12/2010
27. Discharged 4/12/2010
28. You Played And Sang A Snatch Of Song 4/12/2010
29. Trees And The Menace Of Night 4/12/2010
30. Villanelle 4/12/2010
31. Clinical 4/12/2010
32. House-Surgeon 4/12/2010
33. On The Way To Kew 4/12/2010
34. London Types: Hawker 4/12/2010
35. Pastoral 4/12/2010
36. To: W A 4/12/2010
37. What Have I Done For You 4/12/2010
38. Before 4/12/2010
39. London Types: Beef-Eater 4/12/2010
40. O, Time And Change, They Range And Range 4/12/2010
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.

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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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