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In the final section from line fifty‑six, he calls upon the sailors who have fought with him before to join him in one last adventure. How does he seem to feel about his son and the way he will rule?
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Ulysses seems prepared to leave the management of his kingdom to his son Telemachus while he embarks on a search for new experiences. How does he describe his domestic life and his relationships with his wife and his people? How does this contrast with what he tells us of his previous adventures and travels in lines seven to twenty‑one? This dramatic monologue is spoken by the heroic Ulysses, who has returned to his kingdom after fighting in the Trojan War. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will Moved earth and heaven that which we are, we are We are not now that strength which in old days Though much is taken, much abides and though It may be that we shall touch the Happy Isles,Īnd see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
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It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: The sounding furrows for my purpose holds Push off, and sitting well in order smite The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Old age hath yet his honour and his toil ĭeath closes all but something ere the end,
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The thunder and the sunshine, and opposedįree hearts, free foreheads – you and I are old Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me – There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere This labour, by slow prudence to make mildĪ rugged people, and through soft degrees To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle – To follow knowledge, like a sinking star,īeyond the utmost bound of human thought. Life piled on lifeįrom that eternal silence, something more,Ī bringer of new things and vile it wereįor some three suns to store and hoard myself, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!Īs though to breathe were life. Gleams that untraveled world, whose margin fades Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Myself not least, but honored of them all Īnd drunk delight of battle with my peers, Much have I seen and known cities of menĪnd manners, climates, councils, governments, That loved me, and alone on shore, and when Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those Life to the lees: All times I have enjoyed That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. Matched with an agèd wife, I mete and dole By this still hearth, among these barren crags,