William Ernest Henley

(1849 - 1902 / Gloucester / England)

William Ernest Henley Poems

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

Comments about William Ernest Henley

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

    Nice piece of work indeed

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  • 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.

  • Suresh Bala (7/5/2010 8:38:00 AM)


    Can someone elaborate the line about the 'Horror of the shade'? Is this a biblical reference?

  • Serene Waters (1/3/2010 2:18:00 AM)

    I just saw the phenomenal movie Invictus five hours ago. This movie, about Nelson Mandela and his ressurrection from being a prisoner to being the president of South Africa, show that iron bars can not stop some men.
    He rehearsed the words of hope from his prison cell in the Poem Invictus, and the power of spirit over matter was manifested. As president, he also quelled the post-apartheid tension, transforming enemies into friends. It is a story about someone with a vision of an ideal world who was able to embrace his nation, both black and white, as his family. His heart will not be forgotten, because without people like him a better world will never come. You will feel so uplifted by this movie! ! !

Best Poem of William Ernest Henley


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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