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In the fell clutch of circumstance i have not winced nor cried aloud. Out of the night that covers me, black as the pit from pole to pole, i thank whatever gods may be for.

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Out of the night that covers me, black as the pit from pole to pole, i thank whatever gods may be. I have not winced nor cried aloud. Beyond this place of wrath and tears.

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Beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade, By william ernest henley more william ernest henley. Web 1903 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.

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In the fell clutch of circumstance i have not winced nor cried aloud. Out of the night that covers me, black as the pit from pole to pole, i thank whatever gods may be. I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed.