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The poem "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley is summarized in 3 sentences: It describes a narrator who is facing immense challenges represented as being in the "night" and "pit" but maintains an unconquerable soul. Though circumstances have bloodied his head, he has not cried out or shown weakness. He declares that he is in control of his own fate as the master of it and the captain of his soul.
The poem "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley is summarized in 3 sentences: It describes a narrator who is facing immense challenges represented as being in the "night" and "pit" but maintains an unconquerable soul. Though circumstances have bloodied his head, he has not cried out or shown weakness. He declares that he is in control of his own fate as the master of it and the captain of his soul.
The poem "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley is summarized in 3 sentences: It describes a narrator who is facing immense challenges represented as being in the "night" and "pit" but maintains an unconquerable soul. Though circumstances have bloodied his head, he has not cried out or shown weakness. He declares that he is in control of his own fate as the master of it and the captain of his soul.
And all the men and women merely players; Out of the night that covers me, They have their exits and their entrances, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, And one man in his time plays many parts, I thank whatever gods may be His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, For my unconquerable soul. Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel In the fell clutch of circumstance And shining morning face, creeping like snail I have not winced nor cried aloud. Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Under the bludgeonings of chance Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad My head is bloody, but unbowed. Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Beyond this place of wrath and tears Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Looms but the Horror of the shade, Seeking the bubble reputation And yet the menace of the years Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, It matters not how strait the gate, Full of wise saws and modern instances; How charged with punishments the scroll. And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts I am the master of my fate: Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, I am the captain of my soul. With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
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