2011年7月29日
摘要: InvictusBy William Ernest Henley (1849-1903)Out of the night that covers me,Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerablesoul.In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyon 阅读全文
posted @ 2011-07-29 09:36 aodixius 阅读(243) 评论(0) 推荐(0) 编辑