...pole, I thank whatever gods may. he For my unconqnerable soul. " In the fell clutch of circnnutance 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 Honor of the shade, And yet the menace...

...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...the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. " It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll I am the master...

...crush and humiliate you, when failure leers at you, and betrayal besmirches you, do you smile and say: "In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud; Beneath the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody—but unbowed." Then cheer up, friend. You belong....

...cheerfully and gladly, when often it was he who needed the help of others. He could truly say with the poet: "In the fell clutch of circumstance. I have not winced nor cried aloud." When we compare Mr. Ordway's canvas, the quiet scenes and unostentatious expression, to some of the...

...Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass." — TENNYSON. J+ NR ~ R 6 'ε V^ , — HENLEY. These lines are, I grant, hard to read well and still harder to sing, but the difficult...

...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 bludgeoning of chance My head is bloody but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but...

...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,...the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. " Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the shade, And yet the menace...

...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 bludgconings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but...

...whatever gods may be, For my unconquered soul. "In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced or cried aloud Under the bludgeonings of chance ; My head is bloody but unbowed. "Beyond the place of wrath and tears, Looms but the horror of the shade ; And yet the menace...

...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 life My head is bloody, but not bowed. It matters not how straight the gate, Nor what is written on...