Poetry : Invictus by William Ernest

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 theContinue reading “Poetry : Invictus by William Ernest”

Poetry : The Will To Win by Berton Braley

If you want a thing bad enoughTo go out and fight for it,Work day and night for it,Give up your time and your peace andyour sleep for it If only desire of itMakes you quite mad enoughNever to tire of it,Makes you hold all other things tawdryand cheap for it If life seems all emptyContinue reading “Poetry : The Will To Win by Berton Braley”

Poetry : Start where you stand by Berton Braley

Start where you stand and never mind the past,The past won’t help you in beginning new,If you have left it all behind at lastWhy, that’s enough, you’re done with it, you’re through;This is another chapter in the book,This is another race that you have planned,Don’t give the vanished days a backward look,Start where you stand.Continue reading “Poetry : Start where you stand by Berton Braley”

Poetry : Don’t Quit by John Greenleaf Whittier

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,When the funds are low and the debts are highAnd you want to smile, but you have to sigh,When care is pressing you down a bit,Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.Life is strange with its twists and turnsAsContinue reading “Poetry : Don’t Quit by John Greenleaf Whittier”

Poetry : Road not taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for thatContinue reading “Poetry : Road not taken by Robert Frost”

Poetry : Stopping by Woods on a Snowing Evening by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.   His house is in the village though;   He will not see me stopping here   To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer   To stop without a farmhouse near   Between the woods and frozen lake   The darkest evening of the year.    He gives his harness bells aContinue reading “Poetry : Stopping by Woods on a Snowing Evening by Robert Frost”