Potential Titles: William Ernest Henley

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Their feet are lost in the shadows - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender: Envoy"

And flamed with the morning star - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender: Envoy"

Reds magnificent with death - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender: Praeludium"

The exquisite chromatics of decay - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender: Praeludium"

Colloquies of bronze and russet and gold - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender: Praeludium"

That break along this visual orchestra - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender: Praeludium"

And curse themselves silent - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender: Praeludium"

Bleak day from bleaker night - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender III"

High in the horror of dawn - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender III"

First crocus in a world of winds and snows - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender IV"

From his watchman's height he saw - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender VII"

Deep in my gathering garden - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender X"

The song of a sunbeam netted - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender X"

Sky-born shadows mirrored on a stream - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender XV"

All things that make the rose - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender XVI"

When a hazard has made them one - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender XXII"

Never a hint of a challenging hope - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender XXIII"

Mists still haunt the stony street - William Ernest Henley "In Hospital I. Enter Patient"

Corridors and stairs of stone and iron - William Ernest Henley "In Hospital I. Enter Patient"

The thick, sweet mystery of chloroform - William Ernest Henley "In Hospital IV. Before"

Shadows lurch to the leap of the flame - William Ernest Henley "In Hospital VII. Vigil"

The wrangle and jangle of unrests - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

With his home-grown quality of dark - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

Waylaid by a merry ghost at every lamp - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

A tryst of vague and strange and monstrous Majesties - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

A lamplit bridge touching the troubled sky - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

A tangle of silver gleams and dusky lights - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

Charging the very texture of the gray - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

Some world of memories and unbroken graves - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

With new ore from some enchanted mine - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

Shares in the universal alms of light - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

Dispersed in wafts and drifts of gold - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

The hangman wind that tortures temper and light - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

Hard on the skirts of the embittered night - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

Oppressed the dragons of old time - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

A cave of cut-throat thoughts and villainous dreams - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

With wavering gulfs and antic heights - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

His watchfires cores of menace in the gloom - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

Huddle together in the foul eclipse - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

However hard of mouth or wild of whim - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

Through its jocund loveliness of length - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

That keeps the rolling universe ensphered - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

Although I have forgotten clean, I know - William Ernest Henley "Of a Toyokuni Color Print"

Gone with the old world to the grave - William Ernest Henley "Or Ever the Knightly Years Were Gone"

A myriad suns have set and shone - William Ernest Henley "Or Ever the Knightly Years Were Gone"

The pride I trampled is now my scathe - William Ernest Henley "Or Ever the Knightly Years Were Gone"

The old resentment lasts like death - William Ernest Henley "Or Ever the Knightly Years Were Gone"

I break my heart on your hard unfaith - William Ernest Henley "Or Ever the Knightly Years Were Gone"

Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Of vortices that clash and fleet and ruin - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Out of the sight of lamp and star - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

In the first twilight of self-conscious Time - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

In some vile alley of the night waylaid - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Bent upon vast beginnings - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

And they pay their father's debt - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Space and dread and the dark - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

In flight from the Avenger at his heel - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Storm through the desolate fastnesses - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Out of the reddest hell of the fight - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Remorse thereby feels tolerant - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Deeds undone rankle, and snarl, and hunger - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

In a ruining chaos of energy - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

From the foundations to the last edge of the cornerstone - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Renewing the visible miracle of the world - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

The wistful stars shine like good memories - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Blows full of unforgotten hours - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

That touched the shafts of wavering fire - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

A patriarch that strolls through the tents of his children - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Scatters magnificent alms to the beggar trees - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Gloriously vaporised, visioned in gold - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

The loud and loitering footfall of darkness - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

The ghost of a summer that lived for us - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Whither had flown the ancient wrong - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

In truth the riddle's ill to read - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Vaulted about with the wonder of darkness - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Of your strangled and desperate endeavour - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Out of the roaring, impossible silences - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

And the best of our dreams drive under - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

So incredibly bereft of starlight - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

The Debateable Land between their place and ours - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Laughter flickering back from shine to shade - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

In the face of some inevitable advance of doom - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

The anguish of prophecy tears them - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Whose left hand honours with decay and death - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Whose mailed hand keeps the keys - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

In the thunder that laughed over Eden - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

The Thunder that laughed over Eden - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

Calling his dooms to the Winds of the world - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

Calling his dooms to the Winds - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

A coal in the throat of the furnace - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

Clothing the earth with a livery of lightnings - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

Glittering and keen as the song of the winter stars - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

Keen as the song of the winter stars - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

With the sweetness distilled of my strength - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

The sweetness distilled of my strength - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

Give back in beauty the dread and the anguish - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

Down the nethermost chasms of the Void - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

Life but a coin to be staked in the pastime - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"


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