Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson
ULYSSES by Alfred Lord Tennyson It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race. That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the legs: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea: I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour'd of them all And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experiences is an arch wherethro'; Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, T