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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RHYMES TO W. E. HENLEY (3), by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: We dwell in these melodious days Last Line: Blow my falsetto flageolet. Alternate Author Name(s): Stevenson, Robert Lewis Balfour Subject(s): Henley, William Ernest (1849-1903) | |||
We dwell in these melodious days When every author trolls his lays; And all, except myself and you, Must up and print the nonsense, too. Why then, if this be so indeed, If adamantine walls recede And old Apollo's gardens gape For Arry and the grinder's ape; I too may enter in perchance Where paralytic graces dance, And cheering on each tottering set Blow my falsetto flageolet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO W. E. HENLEY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN EH, MAN HENLEY, YOU'RE A DON! by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON O HENLEY, IN MY HOURS OF EASE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON RHYMES TO W. E. HENLEY (1) by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON RHYMES TO W. E. HENLEY (2) by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 16. TO W. E. HENLEY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LAST NIGHT WE HAD A THUNDERSTORM IN STYLE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON O DULL, COLD NORTHERN SKY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A GOOD PLAY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ALCAICS: TO H. F. BROWN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |
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