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10 Quotes for 'William Ernest Henley' in the Database.
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William Ernest Henley Quotes
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The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
The lark's is a clarion call,
And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute,
But I love him best of all.
For his song is all the joy of life,
And we in the mad spring weather,
We two have listened till he sang
Our hearts and lips together.
Topic: Birds
Source: Echoes
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Or ever the knightly years were gone
With the old world to the grave,
I was a king in Babylon
And you were a Christian slave.
Topic: Evolution
Source: Echoes (XXXVII)
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It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishment the
scroll. I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.
Topic: Inspirational
Source: None
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What is the voice of strange command
Calling you still, as friend calls friend,
With love that cannot brook delay,
To rise and follow the ways that wend
Over the hills and far away.
Topic: Mountains
Source: Rhymes and Rhythms (1)
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A late lark twitters from the quiet skies:
And from the west,
Where the sun, his day's work ended,
Lingers as in content,
There falls on the old, gray city
An influence luminous and serene,
A shining peace.
Topic: Night
Source: Margaritoe Sorori
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The smoke ascends
In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires
Shine and are changed. In the valley
Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun
Closing his benediction,
Sinks, and the darkening air
Thrills with the sense of the triumphing night,--
Night with train of stars
And her great gift of sleep.
Topic: Night
Source: Margaritoe Sorori
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O Death! O Change! O Time!
Without you, O! the insufferable eyes
Of these poor Might-Have-Beens,
These fatuous, ineffectual yesterdays.
Topic: Past
Source: Rhymes and Rhythms (XIII)
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Men may scoff, and men may pray,
But they pay
Every pleasure with a pain.
Topic: Pleasure
Source: Ballade of Truisms
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Here is the ghost
Of a summer that lived for us,
Here is a promise
Of summer to be.
Topic: Summer
Source: Rhymes and Rhythms
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Failing yet gracious,
Slow pacing, soon homing,
A patriarch that strolls
Through the tents of his children,
The sun as he journeys
His round on the lower
Ascents of the blue,
Washes the roofs
And the hillsides with clarity.
Topic: Sun
Source: Rhymes and Rhythms
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