Listen to:
Ulysses (excerpt - Part I) (1:32)
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode
I cannot rest from
travel: I will drink
Life to the lees:
all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have
suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and
alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding
drifts the rainy Hyades
Vexed 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 honoured 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 wherethrough
Gleams that
untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for
ever when I move.
How dull it is to
pause, to make an end,
To rust
unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to
breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too
little, and of one to me
Little remains:
but every hour is saved
From that eternal
silence, something more,
A bringer of new
things; and vile it were
For some three
suns to store and hoard myself,
And this grey
spirit yearning in desire
To follow
knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost
bound of human thought.
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