The Views MC

THE RAVEN. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “ ’Tis some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.”   Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore.   And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating “ ’Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visiter e

Nobody Knows But Mother Nobody knows of the work it makes  To keep the home together,  Nobody knows of the steps it takes, Nobody knows - but mother.  Nobody listens to childish woes,  Which kisses only smother;  Nobody's pained by naughty blows,  Nobody - only mother.  Nobody knows of the sleepless care  Bestowed on baby brother;  Nobody knows of the tender prayer,  Nobody - only mother.  Nobody knows of the lessons taught  Of loving one another;  Nobody knows of the patience sought,  Nobody - only mother.  Nobody knows of the anxious fears,  Lest darlings may not weather  The storm of life in after years,  Nobody knows - but mother.  Nobody kneels at the throne above  To thank the Heavenly Father  For that sweetest gift - a mother's love; Nobody can - but mother.

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.

Academic excellence is being the best or among the best in one’s educational performance, which is usually measured by good grade and the teacher’s observation of the students self-perception or performances. Academic excellence is the key to building a successful career. Your goal should be to carefully choose your career and build a successful career through academic excellence. THE FOLLOWING SKILLS HELP YOUR ACADEMIC EXCELLENCE *Study habitually- Never let a day pass without you studying or revising. *Review what you learn in a day *For every school session or term find out, and follow the course work or syllabus *Review past questions *Teach others whatever you know more than them, it helps you understand better. Academic excellence is not an end in itself but a path to building a successful career. TIME MANAGEMENT SKILLS >Define when your Best study time is and stick to it. >Do not procrastinate on your priority. Don’t leave what has to be devel

*A friend to all is a friend to none *Art not only imitates nature, but also completes its deficiencies. *The worst form of inequality is to try to make unequal things equal. *Without friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods. *Dignity does not consist in possessing honours, but in deserving them. *Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence. *Different men seek ... happiness in different ways and by different means. *Happiness depends upon ourselves. *Happiness is an expression of the soul in considered actions. *Happiness seems to require a modicum of external prosperity. *We should behave to our friends as we would wish our friends to behave to us. *Between friends there is no need of justice. *Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow-ripening fruit. *My best friend is the man who in wishing me well wishes it for my sake. *Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.

The agony of an orphan Looking through him,I see nothing but fear and pains Pains of watching his parents die Pains of being neglected by d supposed family members,fear of what the future actually holds for him Pains of having to work for money and ends up being maltreated by his master Pains of being sent out by d master and roaming about d street in rags with no food nd anyone to care Pains of sleeping in the rain at night with the fear of being attacked Pains of thinking about the dead and where to find love and affection again And the pains of thinking about when all the pains  will come to an end I see only bitterness and no happiness in him Always filled with regrets and thoughts of living d world for a better place Then I ask within myself Who are to help them? Who are to talk liberty to them and wipe their everyday tears? Who?