UNCONQUERABLE
by: William Ernest Henley
- UT of the
night that covers me,
- Black as the pit from pole to pole,
- I thank whatever gods may be
- For my unconquerable soul.
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- In the fell clutch of circumstance
- I have not winced nor cried aloud:
- Under the bludgeonings of chance
- My head is bloody, but unbow'd.
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- 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.
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- 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.
'Unconquerable' is reprinted from
An Anthology of Modern Verse. Ed. A. Methuen. London:
Methuen & Co., 1921. |
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