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+---
+id:
+aliases: []
+title: Ulysses
+tags:
+  - authorship/other
+  - destiny/permanent
+  - exclude-from-word-count
+  - status/complete
+  - type/media/poetry
+author:
+  - Alfred Lord Tennyson
+---
+# Ulysses
+
+It little profits that an idle king, \
+By this still hearth, among these barren crags, \
+Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole \
+Unequal laws unto a savage race, \
+That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. \
+I cannot rest from travel; I will drink \
+Life to the lees. All times I have enjoy'd \
+Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those \
+That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when \
+Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades \
+Vext the dim sea. I am become a name; \
+For always roaming with a hungry heart \
+Much have I seen and known,--- cities of men \
+And manners, climates, councils, governments, \
+Myself not least, but honor'd of them all,--- \
+And drunk delight of battle with my peers, \
+Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. \
+I am a part of all that I have met; \
+Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' \
+Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades \
+For ever and for ever when I move. \
+How dull it is to pause, to make an end, \
+To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! \
+As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life \
+Were all too little, and of one to me \
+Little remains; but every hour is saved