Romancing the art...
1849-1917
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.
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.
Invictus
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.
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/invictus-by-william-ernest-henley
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.
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/invictus-by-william-ernest-henley
William Ernest Henley
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.
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/invictus-by-william-ernest-henley
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.
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/invictus-by-william-ernest-henley
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.
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/invictus-by-william-ernest-henley
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.
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/invictus-by-william-ernest-henley
(1900)
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
A Dream Within A Dream
Edgar Allan Poe
Miranda In "The Tempest"
(1916)
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
---Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!
"She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways"
William Wordsworth
(1903)
- Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
- Old time is still a-flying;
- And this same flower that smiles today
- Tomorrow will be dying.
- The glorious lamp of heaven the sun,
- The higher he's a-getting,
- The sooner will his race be run,
- And nearer he's to setting.
- That age is best which is the first,
- When youth and blood are warmer;
- But being spent, the worse, and worst
- Times still succeed the former.
- Then be not coy, but use your time,
- And, while ye may, go marry;
- For, having lost but once your prime,
- You may forever tarry.
Robert Herrick
(1648)
(1908)
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you,
But when the leaves hang trembling
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees
bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.
Who Has Seen The Wind?
Christina Rossetti
(1903)
“To have compassion
for those who suffer
is a human quality which
everyone should possess,
especially those who have required comfort
themselves in the past
and have managed to find it in others. ”
The Decameron
Giovanni Boccaccio
(1916)
Perfect for a springtime
birthday party
or for afternoon tea
on the veranda...
O, What A Lovely
Daffodil Cake!
6 egg whites
1/2 tsp. cream of tartar
1/2 tsp. vanilla extract
2/3 cup sugar
1/2 cup cake flour
1/2 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. salt
Yellow Cake:
6 egg yolks
2 TBS. warm water
1/2 cup cake flour
1/2 cup sugar
1tsp. baking soda
1/8 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. vanilla extract
Frosting:
1/2 cup sugar
4 tsp. flour
pinch of salt
1 cup pineapple juice
1 carton (8-ounces)
frozen whipped topping
thawed
Place egg whites in a large bowl;
let stand at room temperature for 30 minutes.
Add cream of tartar and vanilla;
beat on medium speed until foamy.
Gradually beat in sugar,
1 tablespoon at a time,
until soft peaks form.
Combine the flour, baking powder and salt;
fold into egg white mixture. Set aside.
In another large bowl,
beat egg yolks and water
until thick and lemon-colored.
Combine the flour, sugar,
baking powder and salt;
gradually beat into
egg yolk mixture.
Beat in vanilla.
Alternately spoon yellow batter
and white batter
into an ungreased 10-in. tube pan.
Bake at 350° for 35-40 minutes
or until a toothpick inserted
near the center comes out clean.
Immediately invert pan;
cool completely
For frosting, combine the sugar,
flour and salt in a small saucepan.
Stir in pineapple juice until blended.
Bring to a boil; cook and stir for 2 minutes
or until thickened. Cool. Fold in whipped topping.
Remove cake from pan to a serving plate.
Spread frosting over top and sides of cake.
Store in the refrigerator.
Yield: 12 servings.
Recipe originally published in
in Reminisce Magazine
May/June 2004
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