I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul.
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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.
quote by William Ernest Henley
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In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed.
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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.
William Ernest Henley in Poem "Invictus"
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Dedication--To My Wife
Take, dear, my little sheaf of songs,
For, old or new,
All that is good in them belongs
Only to you;
And, singing as when all was young,
They will recall
Those others, lived but left unsung -
The bent of all.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Dedication--To My Wife
Take, dear, my little sheaf of songs,
For, old or new,
All that is good in them belongs
Only to you;
And, singing as when all was young,
They will recall
Those others, lived but left unsung -
The bent of all.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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To My Wife
Take, dear, my little sheaf of songs,
For, old or new,
All that is good in them belongs
Only to you;
And, singing as when all was young,
They will recall
Those others, lived but left unsung –
The best of all
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Easy is the Triolet
Easy is the Triolet,
If you really learn to make it!
Once a neat refrain you get,
Easy is the Triolet.
As you see! I pay my debt
With another rhyme, Deuce take it,
Easy is the Triolet,
If you really learn to make it!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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The Full Sea Rolls And Thunders
The full sea rolls and thunders
In glory and in glee.
O, bury me not in the senseless earth
But in the living sea!
Ay, bury me where it surges
A thousand miles from shore,
And in its brotherly unrest
I'll range for evermore.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Bring Her Again, O Western Wind
Bring her again, O western wind,
Over the western sea!
Gentle and good and fair and kind,
Bring her again to me!
Not that her fancy holds me dear,
Not that a hope may be:
Only that I may know her near,
Wind of the western sea!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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