About William Ernest Henley
1849 - 1903/Male/EnglishA poet, critic and editor best known for his poem Invictus. (wikipedia)
Selected Quotes
Poetry & Stories
The Song Of The Sword
--To Rudyard KiplingThe Sword
If It Should Come To Be
If it should come to be,This proof of you and me,
I. M.--Margaritae Sorori
A late lark twitters from the quiet skies;And from the west,
Invictus [I. M. To R. T. Hamilton Bruce (1846-1899)]
Out of the night that covers me,Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
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Who is William Ernest Henley?
1849 - 1903/Male/EnglishA poet, critic and editor best known for his poem Invictus.
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Poems & Stories by William Ernest Henley
The Song Of The Sword
--To Rudyard KiplingThe Sword
If It Should Come To Be
If it should come to be,This proof of you and me,
I. M.--Margaritae Sorori
A late lark twitters from the quiet skies;And from the west,
Invictus [I. M. To R. T. Hamilton Bruce (1846-1899)]
Out of the night that covers me,Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
Suicide
Staring corpselike at the ceiling,See his harsh, unrazored features,
Arabian Nights' Entertainments
--To Elizabeth Robins Pennell'O mes cheres Mille et Une Nuits!'--Fantasio.Once on a time
A Desolate Shore
A desolate shore,The sinister seduction of the Moon,
Ballade Made In The Hot Weather
--To C. M.Fountains that frisk and sprinkle
The Full Sea Rolls And Thunders
The full sea rolls and thundersIn glory and in glee.
I Gave My Heart To A Woman
I gave my heart to a woman--I gave it her, branch and root.
Enter Patient
The morning mists still haunt the stony street;The northern summer air is shrill and cold;
Selected Quotes by William Ernest Henley (चुनिंदा उद्धरण)
Out of the night that covers me,Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
--To Elizabeth Robins Pennell'O mes cheres Mille et Une Nuits!'--Fantasio.Once on a time
If it should come to be,This proof of you and me,
The morning mists still haunt the stony street;The northern summer air is shrill and cold;
The full sea rolls and thundersIn glory and in glee.
Staring corpselike at the ceiling,See his harsh, unrazored features,
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