William Ernest Henley
William Ernest Henley Poems
- Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit ...
- A Love By The Sea Out of the starless night that covers ...
- I Am The Reaper I am the Reaper. All things with heedful ...
- O Gather Me The Rose O gather me the rose, the rose, While ...
- A Child A child, Curious and innocent, Slips from his ...
- Between The Dusk Of A Summer N... Between the dusk of a ...
- Madam Life's A Piece In Bloom Madam Life's a piece in ...
William Ernest Henley (August 23, 1849 - July 11, 1903) was a British poet, critic and editor.
Henley was born in Gloucester and educated at the Crypt Grammar School. The school was a poor relation of the Cathedral School, and Henley indicated its shortcomings in his article (Pall Mall Magazine, Nov. 1900) on T. E. Brown the poet, who was headmaster there for a brief period. Brown's appointment was a stroke of luck for Henley, for whom it represented a first acquaintance with a man of genius. "He was singularly kind to me at a moment when I needed kindness even more than I needed encouragement." Brown did him the essential service of lending him books. Henley was no ... more »
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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.