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William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли)


London Types: Bus Driver


He's called The General from the brazen craft
And dash with which he sneaks a bit of road
And all its fares; challenged, or chafed, or chaffed,
Back-answers of the newest he'll explode;
He reins his horses with an air; he treats
With scoffing calm whatever powers there be;
He gets it straight, puts a bit on, and meets
His losses with both lip and £ s. d.;
He arrogates a special taste in short;
Is loftily grateful for a flagrant smoke;
At all the smarter housemaids winks his court,
And taps them for half-crowns; being stoney-broke,
Lives lustily; is ever on the make;
And hath, I fear, none other gods but Fake.



William Ernest Henley's other poems:
  1. Ballade of the Toyokuni Colour-Print
  2. Rhymes and Rhythms. 12. Some Starlit Garden Grey with Dew
  3. Rhymes and Rhythms. 20. The Shadow of Dawn
  4. In Hospital. 9. Lady-Probationer
  5. In Hospital. 12. Etching


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