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