PoemOut of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have no winced nor cried aloud; Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.William Ernest HenleyInvictus · 1888★ 5.1
PoemI am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul.William Ernest HenleyInvictus · 1888★ 3.6
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