Poem: Invictus(taking responsibility for one’s destiny by William Ernest Henley)Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy 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 yearsFinds, 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. More poems are listed at this Poems: Index.If there are any numbers below, use them to see other pages in this unit.Back to Index | Search Box | Main Index The Main-Word Info pageThe + sign at the end of a unit title means all of the words in that unit have definitions.Directory of special content and topicsDo you want to help to make this dictionary bigger and better?
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