3.31.2011

"ULYSSES" by Alfred Lord Tennyson

The personification of Quest✖SAINT✖Jacobs

Come, my friends.
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.

It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven,
that which we are, we are,--
 
One equal temper of heroic hearts, ☜
☞ Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will ☜
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
 

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