Invictus [i. M. To R. T. Hamilton Bruce ( 1846-1899 )]
William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
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- William Ernest Henley : It Came With The Threat Of A Waning Moon
- William Ernest Henley : Kate-a-whimsies, John-a-dreams
- William Ernest Henley : Lady-probationer
- William Ernest Henley : Largo E Mesto
- William Ernest Henley : Madam Life's A Piece In Bloom
- William Ernest Henley : Margaritae Sorori
- William Ernest Henley : Matri Dilectissimae-i.m.
- William Ernest Henley : Midsummer Midnight Skies
- William Ernest Henley : Music
- William Ernest Henley : Nocturn
Previous 10 Poems
- William Ernest Henley : Interlude
- William Ernest Henley : Interior
- William Ernest Henley : In The Year That's Come And Gone
- William Ernest Henley : In The Placid Summer Midnight
- William Ernest Henley : In The Dials
- William Ernest Henley : In Fisherrow
- William Ernest Henley : If It Should Come To Be
- William Ernest Henley : I. M.-r. L. S. ( 1850-1894 )
- William Ernest Henley : I. M.-margaritae Sorori
- William Ernest Henley : I. M.-margaret Emma Henley ( 1888-1894 )
