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William Ernest Henley
William Ernest Henley (1849–1903) was an English poet, critic, and editor, best known for his poem "Invictus," which he wrote while suffering from tuberculosis. Despite battling illness for much of his life, Henley maintained a powerful spirit, reflected in the defiant tone of "Invictus." He worked as an editor for several literary magazines, where he helped to shape the careers of notable writers like Rudyard Kipling and H.G. Wells. Henley also collaborated with Robert Louis Stevenson, and his robust personality is said to have inspired the character of Long John Silver in Stevenson's novel "Treasure Island."
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The Sword Singing— The voice of the Sword from the heart of the Sword Clanging imperious Forth from Time’s battlements His ancient and triumphing Song. In the beginning,Ere God inspired HimselfInto the clay thingThumbed to His image,The vacant, the naked shellSoon to be Man:Thoughtful He pondered it,Prone there and impotent,Fragile, invitingAttack and discomfiture:Then, with a smile—As He heard...
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1. HAWTHORN AND LAVENDER ENVOY My songs were once of the sunrise: They shouted it over the bar; First-footing the dawns, they flourished, And flamed with the morning star. My songs are now of the sunset: Their brows are touched with light, But their feet are lost in the shadows And wet with the dews of night. Yet for the joy in their making Take them, O fond and true, And for...
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DICKENS A ‘Frightful Minus’ Mr. Andrew Lang is delightfully severe on those who ‘cannot read Dickens,’ but in truth it is only by accident that he is not himself of that unhappy persuasion. For Dickens the humourist he has a most uncompromising enthusiasm; for Dickens the artist in drama and romance he has as little sympathy as the most practical. Of the prose of David Copperfield and Our...
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