12/5/2023 0 Comments Ulysses tennysonCome, my friends,ĥ7 'T is not too late to seek a newer world.ĥ8 Push off, and sitting well in order smiteĥ9 The sounding furrows for my purpose holdsĦ0 To sail beyond the sunset, and the bathsĦ1 Of all the western stars, until I die.Ħ2 It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:Ħ3 It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,Ħ4 And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.Ħ5 Tho' much is taken, much abides and tho'Ħ6 We are not now that strength which in old daysĦ7 Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are Ħ9 Made weak by time and fate, but strong in willħ0 To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. My mariners,Ĥ6 Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me-Ĥ8 The thunder and the sunshine, and opposedĤ9 Free hearts, free foreheads-you and I are old ĥ0 Old age hath yet his honour and his toil ĥ1 Death closes all: but something ere the end,ĥ2 Some work of noble note, may yet be done,ĥ3 Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.ĥ4 The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:ĥ5 The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deepĥ6 Moans round with many voices. He works his work, I mine.Ĥ4 There lies the port the vessel puffs her sail:Ĥ5 There gloom the dark, broad seas. McLuhan) are keyed to line numbers.Ģ By this still hearth, among these barren crags,ģ Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and doleĥ That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.Ħ I cannot rest from travel: I will drinkħ Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'dĨ Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with thoseĩ That loved me, and alone, on shore, and whenġ0 Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyadesġ2 For always roaming with a hungry heartġ3 Much have I seen and known cities of menġ4 And manners, climates, councils, governments,ġ5 Myself not least, but honour'd of them all ġ6 And drunk delight of battle with my peers,ġ7 Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.ġ9 Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'Ģ0 Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fadesĢ2 How dull it is to pause, to make an end,Ģ3 To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!Ģ4 As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on lifeĢ6 Little remains: but every hour is savedĢ7 From that eternal silence, something more,Ģ8 A bringer of new things and vile it wereĢ9 For some three suns to store and hoard myself,ģ0 And this gray spirit yearning in desireģ1 To follow knowledge like a sinking star,ģ2 Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.ģ4 To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,-ģ5 Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfilģ6 This labour, by slow prudence to make mildģ7 A rugged people, and thro' soft degreesģ8 Subdue them to the useful and the good.ģ9 Most blameless is he, centred in the sphereĤ3 When I am gone. Lancashire Publisher, Web Development Group, Inf.
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