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by William Ernest Henley

Henley, William Ernest (1849-1903)

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TO MY WIFE

[Ask me not how they came]

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VIII STAFF-NURSE: OLD STYLE

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IX LADY-PROBATIONER

X STAFF-NURSE: NEW STYLE

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XVIII CHILDREN: PRIVATE WARD

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THE SONG OF THE SWORD

ARABIAN NIGHTS' ENTERTAINMENTS

BRIC-A-BRAC

BALLADE OF A TOYOKUNI COLOUR-PRINT

BALLADE (DOUBLE REFRAIN) OF YOUTH AND AGE

BALLADE (DOUBLE REFRAIN) OF MIDSUMMER DAYS AND NIGHTS

BALLADE OF DEAD ACTORS

BALLADE MADE IN THE HOT WEATHER

BALLADE OF TRUISMS

DOUBLE BALLADE OF LIFE AND FATE

DOUBLE BALLADE OF THE NOTHINGNESS OF THINGS

ATTADALE, WEST HIGHLANDS

FROM A WINDOW IN PRINCES STREET

IN THE DIALS

[The gods are dead? Perhaps they are! Who knows?]

To F. W.

[When you are old, and I am passed away—]

[Beside the idle summer sea]

I. M. R. G. C. B. 1878

[We shall surely die]

[What is to come we know not. But we know]

ECHOES

I TO MY MOTHER

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IV I. M. R. T. HAMILTON BRUCE (1846–1899)

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XXXV I. M. MARGARITÆ SORORIS (1886)

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XLVI MATRI DILECTISSIMÆ I. M.

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VIII To A. J. H.

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XIII To JAMES McNEILL WHISTLER

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XIV To J. A. C.

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XVII CARMEN PATIBULARE To H. S.

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XVIII I. M. MARGARET EMMA HENLEY (1888–1894)

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XIX I. M. R. L. S. (1850–1894)

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HAWTHORN AND LAVENDER

ENVOY

PRÆLUDIUM

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[The Artist muses at his ease]

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II THE MAN IN THE STREET

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III PRO REGE NOSTRO

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IV THE LEVY OF SHIELDS

V MUSIC HALL

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VI A NEW SONG TO AN OLD TUNE

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VII ‘OUR CHIEF OF MEN’

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VIII ‘A HEALTH UNTO HER MAJESTY’

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IN MEMORIAM THOMAS EDWARD BROWN

IN MEMORIAM GEORGE WARRINGTON STEEVENS

IN MEMORIAM REGINAE DILECTISSIMAE VICTORIAE

A SONG OF SPEED

APPENDIX

ECHOES

[In the time of snows]

[The pretty washermaiden]

BRIC-À-BRAC

OF THE FROWARDNESS OF WOMAN

[In the street of By-and-By]

[‘Felicity. Enquire within.]

[We 'll to the woods and gather may]

FORENOON

RAIN

JENNY WREN

[My love to me is always kind]

[With strawberries we filled a tray]

[The leaves are sere, and on the ground]

WITH A FAN FROM RIMMEL'S

VILLANELLE

VILLON'S STRAIGHT TIP TO ALL CROSS COVES

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XXX

[I send you roses—red, like love]

I send you roses—red, like love,
And white, like death, sweet friend:
Born in your bosom to rejoice,
Languish, and droop, and end.

If the white roses tell of death,
Let the red roses mend
The talk with true stories of love
Unchanging till the end.

Red and white roses, love and death—
What else is left to send?
For what is life but love, the means,
And death, true Wife, the end?