-Victorians-

(W. E. Henley 1849 - 1903 )
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.

(W. E. Henley)
Sleep comes at last --
Sleep full of dreams and misgivings --
Broken with brutal and sordid
Voices and sounds that impose on me,
Ere I can wake to it,
The unnatural, intolerable day.

(Arthur O´Shaugnessy 1844-81 )
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And o'erthrew them with prophesying,
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.