Ulysses

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892)

In this poem, written in 1833 and revised for publication in 1842, Tennyson reworks the figure of Ulysses by drawing on the ancient hero of Homer’s Odyssey (“Ulysses” is the Roman form of the Greek “Odysseus”) and the medieval hero of Dante’s Inferno. Homer’s Ulysses, as described in Scroll XI of the Odyssey, learns from a prophecy that he will take a final sea voyage after killing the suitors of his wife Penelope.
-- SparkNotes

  1. It little profits that an idle king,
  2. By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
  3. Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
  4. Unequal laws unto a savage race,
  5. That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
  6. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
  7. Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd
  8. Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
  9. That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when
  10. Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
  11. Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
  12. For always roaming with a hungry heart
  13. Much have I seen and known; cities of men
  14. And manners, climates, councils, governments,
  15. Myself not least, but honour'd of them all;
  16. And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
  17. Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
  18. I am a part of all that I have met;
  19. Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
  20. Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
  21. Forever and forever when I move.
  22. How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
  23. To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
  24. As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
  25. Were all too little, and of one to me
  26. Little remains: but every hour is saved
  27. From that eternal silence, something more,
  28. A bringer of new things; and vile it were
  29. For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
  30. And this gray spirit yearning in desire
  31. To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
  32. Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
  33. This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
  34. To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,—
  35. Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
  36. This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
  37. A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
  38. Subdue them to the useful and the good.
  39. Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
  40. Of common duties, decent not to fail
  41. In offices of tenderness, and pay
  42. Meet adoration to my household gods,
  43. When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
  44. There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
  45. There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
  46. Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me—
  47. That ever with a frolic welcome took
  48. The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
  49. Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
  50. Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
  51. Death closes all: but something ere the end,
  52. Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
  53. Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
  54. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
  55. The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
  56. Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
  57. 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
  58. Push off, and sitting well in order smite
  59. The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
  60. To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
  61. Of all the western stars, until I die.
  62. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
  63. It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
  64. And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
  65. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
  66. We are not now that strength which in old days
  67. Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
  68. One equal temper of heroic hearts,
  69. Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
  70. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.