Poems by William Ernest Henley
On The Way To Kew
... Sang in my breast like birds, ...
Why, My Heart, Do We Love Her So?
... Why, my heart, when we speak her name ...
Interlude
... . . New Year comes but once a twelvemonth ...
Envoy--To Charles Baxter
... The seven-and-seventy times to be forgiven! - ...
From A Window In Princes Street
... Looms through the lingering last of day ...
A Wink From Hesper
... Good-Night, sweet friend, good-night: ...
I Gave My Heart To A Woman
... And each, when again she viewed them, ...
Ballade Of Truisms
... He display Hoard on hoard of pith and brain: ...
I. M. R.T. Hamilton Bruce (1846-1899) [Invictus]
... ate, How charged with punishments the scroll,I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul ...
Barmaid
... And countering change, and scorning what men say, ...
Croquis
... So cracked his fiddle, his hand so frail and wrong, ...
