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. William Ernest Henley (1849–1903) English poet, critic, editor “Invictus” (1875)
Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. William Ernest Henley (1849–1903) English poet, critic, editor “Invictus” (1875) Full text.
The nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark’s is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love him best of all. William Ernest Henley (1849–1903) English poet, critic, editor Echoes