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Ulysses
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, ...
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, ...
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'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...