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Ulysses
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, ...
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Safari Woman
Come, my friends,
'T is 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 Ha...
  • May 7, 2015
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