Poems by William Ernest Henley
There Is A Wheel Inside My Head
... And, love and laughter! who gave him the cue ...
Staff Nurse:Old Style
... The broad Scots tongue that flatters, scolds, defies ...
There's A Regret
... That might, yet would not, dared not, let this be, ...
Life In Her Creaking Shoes
... Blows! . . . and what reckoning shows ...
To Me At My Fifth-Floor Window
... And the smoke that whirls and eddies ...
Back-View
... Streaked the rough tartan, green like heather, ...
The Nightingale Has A Lyre Of Gold
... And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, ...
We'll go No More A-Roving
... Glad ways and words remembered would shame the wretched year ...
The Rain And The Wind
... As they shoulder and clutch at the shrieking pane, ...
Unconquerable
... How charged with punishments the scroll, ...
A Bowl Of Roses
... And the soul of them rose like a presence, ...
Allegro Maestoso
... Still reigns and triumphs, as he hath triumphed and reigned ...
Easy is the Triolet
... With another rhyme, Deuce take it, ...
The Past Was Goodly Once
... The Past that, goodly once, is gone and dead and done ...
The Song Of The Sword--To Rudyard Kipling
... The voice of the Sword from the heart of the Sword ...
