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