Fęrsluflokkur: Ljóš

Invictus...

...eftir William Earnest Henley er bęši įkaflega gott og įhrifamikiš ljóš. 

Mér var bent į žaš, fyrir allmörgum įrum, af einhverjum, sem ég man reyndar ekki hver er ķ svipinn en žaš skiptir heldur engu mįli.  Ljóšiš er jafn gott eftir sem įšur:

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

Tvęr sķšustu ljóšlķnurnar ķ ljóši Henley eru grķšarlega įhrifamiklar, svo ekki sé meira sagt!


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