InvictusWillaim Ernest HenleyBy CarrieClass 2 Invictus Out of the night that covers me,Black as the pit( 深坑) from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced( 畏缩) nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings( 重击) of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrath ( 愤怒) and tearsLooms( 隐约可见) but the Horror of the shade,And yet the menace( 威胁) of the yearsFinds, and shall find me, unafraid.It matters not how strai
