Twas The Night Before Christmas

Twas The Night Before Christmas

by Clement Clarke Moore Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in...
Invictus

Invictus

“I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.”   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...
The Lady of Shalott

The Lady of Shalott

“The Lady of Shalott” is a Victorian poem by the English poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892).   Part I On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the world and meet the sky; And through the field the road runs by To...

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