William Ernest Henley

(1849 - 1902 / Gloucester / England)

William Ernest Henley Poems

41. Music 4/12/2010
42. To: W A 4/12/2010
43. What Have I Done For You 4/12/2010
44. Space And Dread And The Dark 4/12/2010
45. Before 4/12/2010
46. London Types: Bluecoat Boy 4/12/2010
47. O, Time And Change, They Range And Range 4/12/2010
48. The Spring, My Dear 4/12/2010
49. The Sands Are Alive With Sunshine 4/12/2010
50. There Is A Wheel Inside My Head 4/12/2010
51. To My Wife 4/12/2010
52. The Chief 4/12/2010
53. Here They Trysted, And Here They Strayed 4/12/2010
54. Your Heart Has Trembled To My Tongue 4/12/2010
55. The Full Sea Rolls And Thunders 4/12/2010
56. London Types: 4/12/2010
57. London Types: News Boy 4/12/2010
58. The Surges Gushed And Sounded 4/12/2010
59. When You Wake In Your Crib 4/12/2010
60. Time And The Earth 4/12/2010
61. The Spirit Of Wine 4/12/2010
62. Midsummer Midnight Skies 4/12/2010
63. London Types: Flower-Girl 4/12/2010
64. The Shadow Of Dawn 4/12/2010
65. The Nightingale Has A Lyre Of Gold 4/12/2010
66. On The Way To Kew 4/12/2010
67. She Saunters By The Swinging Seas 4/12/2010
68. The Ways Of Death Are Soothing And Serene 4/12/2010
69. In The Waste Hour 4/12/2010
70. We Are The Choice Of The Will 4/12/2010
71. Nocturn 4/12/2010
72. Envoy--To Charles Baxter 4/12/2010
73. One With The Ruined Sunset 4/12/2010
74. To My Mother 4/12/2010
75. Pastoral 4/12/2010
76. Grave 4/12/2010
77. Waiting 4/12/2010
78. Why, My Heart, Do We Love Her So? 4/12/2010
79. London Types: Bus Driver 4/12/2010
80. Orientale 4/12/2010

Comments about William Ernest Henley

  • 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.

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  • 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.

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  • Jed Mills (2/12/2013 4:00:00 PM)

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

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  • 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?

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  • 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! ! !

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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

If I Were King

If I were king, my pipe should be premier.
The skies of time and chance are seldom clear,
We would inform them all with bland blue weather.
Delight alone would need to shed a tear,
For dream and deed should war no more together.

Art should aspire, yet ugliness be dear;
Beauty, the shaft, should speed with wit for feather;
And love, sweet love, should never fall to sere,

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