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  • Invictus: Out of The Night That Covers Me, Black As The Pit From Pole To Pole, I Thank Whatever Gods May Be

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    The poem Invictus expresses the speaker's unconquerable soul and courage in the face of adversity. Though circumstances have left his head bloody, he has not cried out and remains unafraid in the face of horror and the menace of the years. Despite punishments, the speaker asserts that he is in control of his own fate and captain of his soul.

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    Invictus: Out of The Night That Covers Me, Black As The Pit From Pole To Pole, I Thank Whatever Gods May Be

    Diunggah oleh

    Clinton Villaflor
    The poem Invictus expresses the speaker's unconquerable soul and courage in the face of adversity. Though circumstances have left his head bloody, he has not cried out and remains unafraid in the face of horror and the menace of the years. Despite punishments, the speaker asserts that he is in control of his own fate and captain of his soul.

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    Invictus

    by William Ernest Henley

    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.

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