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Nov 12

Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson   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