In the poem “Invictus,” William Ernest Henley discusses the “unconquerable” spirit in the face of death while preserving one’s sense of dignity in the course of that struggle: Out of the night that covers me,Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrath and tearsLooms but the Horror of…
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