William Ernest Henley. 1849-1903. John Bartlett, comp. 1919. Familiar Quotations, 10th ed.

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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

William Ernest Henley. (1849–1903)

    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.

To R. T. H. B.

    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. 1

To R. T. H. B.

Life is (I think) a blunder and a shame.

In Hospital.

Far in the stillness a cat
Languishes loudly.

In Hospital.

From the winter’s gray despair,
From the summer’s golden languor,
Death, the lover of Life,
Frees us for ever.

In Hospital.

Note 1.
Arise, O Soul, and gird thee up anew,
Though the black camel Death kneel at thy gate;
No beggar thou that thou for alms shouldst sue:
Be the proud captain still of thine own fate.
James Benjamin Kenyon. [back]

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