Poems by William Ernest Henley
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have said nothing since, it is that I have nothing to say which is
not, as yet, too personal--too personal and too a afflicting--for utterance. For the matter of my book, it is there to speak for itself:- 'Here's a sigh to those who love me And a smile to those who hate.' I refer to it for the simple pleasure of reflecting that it has made me many friends and some enemies. W. E. H. Muswell Hill, 4th September 1897. IN HOSPITAL On ne saurait dire e quel point un homme, seul dans son lit et malade, devient personnel. - BALZAC |
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