Poems by William Ernest Henley
Villon's Straight Tip to All Cross Coves
... THE MORALIt's up the spout and Charley Wag ...
Double Ballade of the Nothingness of Things
... alone we came:--"O Vanity of Vanities!"EnvoyWhat is the worth of allYour state's supreme urbanities ...
London Types: Flower-Girl
... Her flower-girls foot it, honest and hoarse and vain, ...
When You Wake In Your Crib
... And you group through the Terror ...
In The Waste Hour
... In us thy children, in ours whose life is thine - ...
Orientale
... My thought, to the Minories tied yet moved to range ...
When You Are Old
... Down the dim slope where you still stumble and stray ...
House-Surgeon
... Sweet, unaggressive, tolerant, most humane, ...
The Spring, My Dear
... Grown cold? Though life be change, ...
Over the Hills and Far Away
... From dearer things than your own most dear ...
Children: Private Ward
... They eat, and laugh, and sing, and fight, all day ...
To: W A
... You loved me well, or I heard them lie, ...
Blithe Dreams Arise To Greet Us
... Wild foals are scampering, neighing, ...
London Types:Life-Guardsman
... Move, though his gorge with throttled oaths were charred! ...
Tree, Old Tree Of The Triple Crook
... You have cockered the Brute with your dreadful fruit ...
