Who but knows How it goes! Life's a last year's Nightingale, Love's a last year's rose.
Life is worth Living Through every grain of it, From the foundations To the last edge Of the cornerstone, death. - William Ernest Henley
Life is worth Living Through every grain of it, From the foundations To the last edge Of the cornerstone, death.
- William Ernest Henley
Night with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep. - William Ernest Henley
Night with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep.
Men may scoff, and men may pray, But they pay Every pleasure with a pain. - William Ernest Henley
Men may scoff, and men may pray, But they pay Every pleasure with a pain.
beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade - William Ernest Henley
beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade
Behold me waiting—waiting for the knife.... The thick, sweet mystery of chloroform, The drunken dark, the little death-in-life.... [F]ace to face wit… - William Ernest Henley
Behold me waiting—waiting for the knife.... The thick, sweet mystery of chloroform, The drunken dark, the little death-in-life.... [F]ace to face wit…
Life - give me life until the end, That at the very top of being, The battle-spirit shouting in my blood, Out of the reddest hell of the fight I … - William Ernest Henley
Life - give me life until the end, That at the very top of being, The battle-spirit shouting in my blood, Out of the reddest hell of the fight I …
Who but knows How it goes! Life's a last year's Nightingale, Love's a last year's rose. - William Ernest Henley
So many are the deaths we die Before we can be dead indeed. - William Ernest Henley
So many are the deaths we die Before we can be dead indeed.
Life is, I think, a blunder and a shame. - William Ernest Henley
Life is, I think, a blunder and a shame.
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