An excerpt from Ulysses

In Ulysses, Tennyson tells of an old king come back to rule his own land after the Trojan Wars only to find that he longs for one last adventure, regardless of the outcome.

Come, my friends

'Tis not too late to seek a newer world,

Push off, and sitting well in order smite

The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds

To sail beyond the sunset, the baths

Of all the western stars, until I die.

It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,

And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.

Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'

We are not now that strength which in old days

Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,--

One equal temper of heroic hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

~ Lord Alfred Tennyson~

An Excerpt From Hassan - The Golden Road

We are the pilgrims, master; we shall go

Always a little further: it may be

Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow

Across that angry or that glimmering sea.

White on a thrown or guarded in a cave

There lives a prophet who can understand

Why men were born: but surely we are brave

Who take the Golden Road to Sanmarkand.

~James Elroy Flecker~

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