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'''Ulysses'''<br><br> | '''Ulysses'''<br><br> | ||
− | It little profits that an idle king,<br> | + | It little profits that an idle king,<br> |
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,<br> | By this still hearth, among these barren crags,<br> | ||
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole<br> | Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole<br> | ||
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Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.<br><br> | Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.<br><br> | ||
− | This is my son, mine own Telemachus,<br> | + | This is my son, mine own Telemachus,<br> |
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,---<br> | To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,---<br> | ||
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil<br> | Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil<br> | ||
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When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.<br><br> | When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.<br><br> | ||
− | There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:<br> | + | There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:<br> |
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,<br> | There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,<br> | ||
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me ---<br> | Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me ---<br> | ||
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-- Alfred, Lord Tennyson | -- Alfred, Lord Tennyson | ||
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'''Return to: ''[[And Not To Yield]]'' ''' | '''Return to: ''[[And Not To Yield]]'' ''' |