Ulysses (Excerpt)

It little prophets that an idol king, By this still hearth, among these barren crabs

Match with an aged wife. I meet 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 life to the least

Greatly have suffered, greatly, Both with those that loved me, and alone, On shore and when

Through study, through risk, through reign, Behind yates, vexed, the dim sea, I am become a name

Though always roaming with a hungry heart, But have I seen and known cities of men, And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honored of them all

I cannot rest from travel, I will drink life to the least

And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy

I cannot rest from travel, I will drink life to the least

And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy