Author: William Ernest Henley

Though, if you ask her name, she says Elise, Being plain Elizabeth, e’en let it pass, And own that, if […]

The rain and the wind, the wind and the rain They are with us like a disease: They worry the […]

There’s a regret So grinding, so immitigably sad, Remorse thereby feels tolerant, even glad. … Do you not know it […]

Where are the passions they essayed, And where the tears they made to flow? Where the wild humours they portrayed […]

If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies of time and chance are seldom clear, We would […]

Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage […]

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may […]

I am the Reaper. All things with heedful hook Silent I gather. Pale roses touched with the spring, Tall corn […]

A LATE lark twitters from the quiet skies: And from the west, Where the sun, his day’s work ended, Lingers […]