William Ernest Henley

(1849 - 1902 / Gloucester / England)

Poems of William Ernest Henley

61. If I Were King 1/3/2003
62. If It Should Come To Be 4/12/2010
63. In Fisherrow 4/12/2010
64. In Rotten Row 4/12/2010
65. In The Dials 4/12/2010
66. In The Placid Summer Midnight 4/12/2010
67. In The Waste Hour 4/12/2010
68. In The Year That's Come and Gone 4/12/2010
69. Interior 4/12/2010
70. Interlude 4/12/2010
71. Invictus 1/3/2003
72. It Came With The Threat Of A Waning Moon 4/12/2010
73. Kate-A-Whimsies, John-A-Dream 4/12/2010
74. Lady Probationer 4/12/2010
75. Largo E Mesto 4/12/2010
76. Last Post 4/12/2010
77. Let Us Be Drunk 4/12/2010
78. Life In Her Creaking Shoes 4/12/2010
79. Life Is Bitter 4/12/2010
80. London Types: 4/12/2010

Croquis

The beach was crowded. Pausing now and then,
He groped and fiddled doggedly along,
His worn face glaring on the thoughtless throng
The stony peevishness of sightless men.
He seemed scarce older than his clothes. Again,
Grotesquing thinly many an old sweet song,
So cracked his fiddle, his hand so frail and wrong,
You hardly could distinguish one in ten.
He stopped at last, and sat him on the sand,

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