It matters not how strait the gate,
William Ernest Henley (1849-1903) English poet, critic, editor
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
“Invictus” (1875)
It matters not how strait the gate,
William Ernest Henley (1849-1903) English poet, critic, editor
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
“Invictus” (1875)
Under the bludgeonings of chance
William Ernest Henley (1849-1903) English poet, critic, editor
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
“Invictus” (1875)
Full text.
The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
William Ernest Henley (1849-1903) English poet, critic, editor
The lark’s is a clarion call,
And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute,
But I love him best of all.
Echoes
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