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. From A Window In Princes Street 4/12/2010
4. Scrubber 4/12/2010
5. The Ways Are Green 4/12/2010
6. Tree, Old Tree Of The Triple Crook 4/12/2010
7. We Flash Across The Level 4/12/2010
8. To Me At My Fifth-Floor Window 4/12/2010
9. While The West Is Paling 4/12/2010
10. The Full Sea Rolls And Thunders 4/12/2010
11. Staff Nurse: New Style 4/12/2010
12. Ballade Of Youth And Age 4/12/2010
13. Enter Patient 4/12/2010
14. Visitor 4/12/2010
15. Prologue 4/12/2010
16. London Types:Life-Guardsman 4/12/2010
17. The Wan Sun Westers, Faint And Slow 4/12/2010
18. The Chief 4/12/2010
19. Fresh From His Fastnesses 4/12/2010
20. Where Forlorn Sunsets Flare And Fade 4/12/2010
21. In Fisherrow 4/12/2010
22. Staff Nurse:Old Style 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. London Types: 'Liza 4/12/2010
26. Easy Is The Triolet 4/12/2010
27. Discharged 4/12/2010
28. Etching 4/12/2010
29. Gull In An Aery Morrice 4/12/2010
30. Not To The Staring Day 4/12/2010
31. You Played And Sang A Snatch Of Song 4/12/2010
32. Trees And The Menace Of Night 4/12/2010
33. London Types: The Artist Muses At His Ease 4/12/2010
34. London Types: Beef-Eater 4/12/2010
35. House-Surgeon 4/12/2010
36. Clinical 4/12/2010
37. Villanelle 4/12/2010
38. On The Way To Kew 4/12/2010
39. Music 4/12/2010
40. London Types: Sandwich-Man 4/12/2010

Comments about William Ernest Henley

  • Jewls (1/9/2019 4:13:00 PM)

    Jnana Eshwar, dont worry about not knowing, because its better know exactly what you dont know in order to get to know that unknown, than to think that you known and deeply mistaken

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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)


  • 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.

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


Though, if you ask her name, she says Elise,
Being plain Elizabeth, e'en let it pass,
And own that, if her aspirates take their ease,
She ever makes a point, in washing glass,
Handling the engine, turning taps for tots,
And countering change, and scorning what men say,
Of posing as a dove among the pots,
Nor often gives her dignity away.
Her head's a work of art, and, if her eyes

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