William Ernest Henley

(1849 - 1902 / Gloucester / England)

William Ernest Henley Poems

161. Barmaid 1/3/2003
162. Let Us Be Drunk 4/12/2010
163. Ballade Of Dead Actors 1/3/2003
164. The Rain And The Wind 1/3/2003
165. A Wink From Hesper 4/12/2010
166. Madam Life's A Piece In Bloom 1/3/2003
167. A Child 4/12/2010
168. Between The Dusk Of A Summer Night 1/1/2004
169. It Came With The Threat Of A Waning Moon 4/12/2010
170. O Gather Me The Rose 1/3/2003
171. I Am The Reaper 1/1/2004
172. A Love By The Sea 4/12/2010
173. Invictus 1/3/2003

Comments about William Ernest Henley

  • 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

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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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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