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poet William Ernest Henley
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Invictus - Poem by William Ernest Henley
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Out 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 not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My 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 years
Finds, 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.
William Ernest Henley
Beyond the night that covers me,
I endure for those misguided.
All that is needed has been provided.
“Svn qnzcr chudqfdc hm z vnnc, zmc H —
H snnj sgd nmd kdrr sqzudkdc ax,
zmc sgzs gzr lzcd zkk sgd cheedqdmbd.”
I think dementia has gotten the better of FF. Slick, what is your take on the obvious similarities and reference to "Invictus?" I see this as a Narcissistic man standing in outright defiance. It obviously did not take him ten years to write this nonsense. He is admitting your solve is correct. He will be dead sooner then most of us....
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Poems by William Ernest Henley : 70 / 173
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Invictus - Poem by William Ernest Henley
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Out 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 not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My 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 years
Finds, 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.
William Ernest Henley
Beyond the night that covers me,
I endure for those misguided.
All that is needed has been provided.
“Svn qnzcr chudqfdc hm z vnnc, zmc H —
H snnj sgd nmd kdrr sqzudkdc ax,
zmc sgzs gzr lzcd zkk sgd cheedqdmbd.”
I think dementia has gotten the better of FF. Slick, what is your take on the obvious similarities and reference to "Invictus?" I see this as a Narcissistic man standing in outright defiance. It obviously did not take him ten years to write this nonsense. He is admitting your solve is correct. He will be dead sooner then most of us....