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"Invictus" 

William Ernest Henley

Due October 12th

 

 

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 the shade, 

 

And yet the menace of the years 

 

      Finds and shall find me unafraid. 

 

 

 

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. 
 
 
"Jabberwocky" 
Lewis Carroll
Due September 14th 
 
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves 
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: 
All mimsy were the borogoves, 
      And the mome raths outgrabe. 
 
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son! 
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! 
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun 
      The frumious Bandersnatch!” 
 
He took his vorpal sword in hand; 
      Long time the manxome foe he sought— 
So rested he by the Tumtum tree 
      And stood awhile in thought. 
 
And, as in uffish thought he stood, 
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, 
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, 
      And burbled as it came! 
 
One, two! One, two! And through and through 
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! 
He left it dead, and with its head 
      He went galumphing back. 
 
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? 
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy! 
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” 
      He chortled in his joy. 
 
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves 
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: 
All mimsy were the borogoves, 
      And the mome raths outgrabe.