Tag Archives: William Earnest Henley

“Fill a Glass…”

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Ernest Henley 1849 -1903   Fill a glass with golden wine, And the while your lips are wet Set your perfume unto mine, And forget. Every kiss we take and give … Continue reading

Posted in Culture, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

When you are old

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Ernest Henley 1849 -1903 When you are old, and I am passed away – Passed, and your face, your golden face is gray – I think, whate’er the end, this dream … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment