 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...  The Atlantic Monthly - ˹éÒ 1241894ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - à¡ÕèÂǡѺ˹ѧÊ×ÍàÅèÁ¹Õé
 | 1909 - 732 ˹éÒ
...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...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... | |
 | Edwin Osgood Grover - 1909 - 72 ˹éÒ
...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 the horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me, unafraid. It matters... | |
 | Henry Woodd Nevinson - 1909 - 360 ˹éÒ
...one poem that everybody knows, how bravely its verse runs : — " In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed." It was a boast, but a defiant boast that suffering justified, and by reason of that concentrated defiance... | |
 | Bolton Hall - 1909 - 300 ˹éÒ
...whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. LOVE, AND PEACE In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbow'd. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the shade, And yet the menace... | |
 | James Allen - 1909 - 148 ˹éÒ
...whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. "In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not whined nor cried aloud; Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody but unbowed. "It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishment the scroll; I am the master of my... | |
 | 1910 - 332 ˹éÒ
...of the night that covers me. Black as the Pit from pole to pole, In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings...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... | |
 | 1919 - 850 ˹éÒ
...pole, 1 th;:nk whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. "In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings..."Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and sb:ill lind, me unafraid. "It matters... | |
 | 1910 - 532 ˹éÒ
...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...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... | |
 | 1912 - 414 ˹éÒ
...pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul! In the strong stress of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeonings...chance My head is bloody, but unbowed! Beyond this vale of wrath and tears Looms up the horror of the shade; And yet, the menace of the years Finds, and... | |
 | William Walker Atkinson - 1910 - 228 ˹éÒ
...whatever gods there be For my unconquerable 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 this vale of doubt and fears Looms but the terror of the Shade, And yet the passing of the years Finds,... | |
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