Quotes of William Ernest Henley - somelinesforyou

“ 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

“ O, it's die we must, but it's live we can, And the marvel of earth and sun Is all for the joy of woman and man And the longing that makes them one. ”

- William Ernest Henley

“ 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

“ 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

“ 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

“ I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul. ”

- William Ernest Henley

“ In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed. ”

- William Ernest Henley

“ In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed. ”

- William Ernest Henley

“ In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed. ”

- William Ernest Henley

“ In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed. ”

- William Ernest Henley

“ In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed. ”

- William Ernest Henley

“ Madam, Life's a piece in bloom death goes dogging everywhere: She's the tenant of the room he's the ruffian on the stair. ”

- William Ernest Henley

“ In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed. ”

- William Ernest Henley

“ In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed. ”

- William Ernest Henley

“ Bland as a Jesuit, sober as a hymn. ”

- William Ernest Henley

“ 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

“ I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul. ”

- William Ernest Henley

“ 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

“ 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

“ Bland as a Jesuit, sober as a hymn. ”

- William Ernest Henley

“ In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed. ”

- William Ernest Henley

“ In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed. ”

- William Ernest Henley

“ 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

“ I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul. ”

- William Ernest Henley

“ 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

“ Here is the ghostOf a summer that lived for us,Here is a promiseOf summer to be. ”

- William Ernest Henley

“ Out of the night that covers me,Black as the pit From pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul. ”

- William Ernest Henley

“ Out of the night that covers me,Black as the pit From pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul. ”

- William Ernest Henley

“ Beyond this place of wrath and tearsLooms but the Horror of the shade,And yet the menace of the yearsFinds, and shall find, me unafraid. ”

- William Ernest Henley

“ Madam, Life's a piece in bloom death goes dogging everywhere: She's the tenant of the room he's the ruffian on the stair. ”

- William Ernest Henley
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