Author: William Ernest Henley

Cites

• William Shakespeare (1)
  • IN: For England's Sake (1900) Poetry, British
    EPIGRAPH: This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world.
    FROM: Richard II, (1597), Play, UK
• Lord Byron (1)
  • IN: A Song of Speed (1903) Poetry, British
    EPIGRAPH: Now there is nothing gives a man such spirit, Leavening his blood as cayenne doth a curry, As going at full speed…. What a delightful thing’s a turn-pike road! So smooth, so level, such a means of shaving The Earth as scarce the Eagle in the broad Air can accomplish….
    FROM: Don Juan, (1824), Poem, UK

Cited by

• Alexandra Bracken (1)
  • IN: Passenger (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: 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.
    FROM: Invictus, (1888), Poem, UK
• David Lomax (1)
  • IN: Backward Glass (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: 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
    FROM: Invictus, (1888), Poem, UK
• Jeffrey Archer (1)
  • IN: Hell (2002) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: 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 or 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.
    FROM: Invictus, (1888), Poem, UK
• Michelle Gagnon (1)
  • IN: The Gatekeeper (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: 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.
    FROM: Invictus (Unconquered), (1888), Poem, UK