...annihilated." In a low, even tone, but without attempt at dramatic effect, Halliday began to recite: "Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods there be For my unconquerable soul! "In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried...

...still aspire. That defiant attitude toward the ills of life that [WE] Henley sang of when he cried: Out of the night that covers me Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank what ever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced...

...interest from its perch in a nearby pear tree. Striking a dramatic pose, she declaimed in a loud voice, ' 'In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud.' Something, something, something . . . 'My head is bloody, but unbowed!' " The crow fiapped lazily away...

...era when Catholics were persecuted for practicing their gift of Catholic faith. Seven Teenage Years Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit...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,...

...launched backward twice, and all the pool was still. William Ernest Henley (1849 - 1903) Invictus1 Out of the night that covers me, black as the pit...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,...

...what, then, is he declaring his independence? What is the character of the "mastery" he claims to have? Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit...nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. From Modern British Poetry, ed. Louis Untermeyer (1885-1977). See http://www.bartleby.com/...

...humanistic thoughts that permeate this poem called "Invictus" written in 1885 by William Earnest Henley. "Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit...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,...

...William Ernest Henley said, "I am the master of my own fate—." Invictus William Ernest Henley 1849-1903 Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit...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,...

...supporter of the British Empire, and his poems often celebrated imperialism and military glory. Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit...nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years...

...another short chapter in the same Book of Freedom—but it deals with Freedom of a different sort: Out of the night that covers me Black as the pit from...winced nor cried aloud, Under the bludgeonings of Chanee, My head is bloody but unbowed. Beyond this Place of wrath and tears, Looms but the Horror of...