Tuesday, June 30, 2009

A Dose of Culture: Alfred, Lord, Tennyson

"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."



Lindsay-with-an-A said...

I LOVE this poem--love it, love it, love it. The idea of Ulysses growing old but still wanting that adventure, and actually being willing to abandon his family (again) to sail off into the sunset always made me get goosebumps.

Homero said...

One of my absolute favorites as well. Most of Tennyson, actually.

Lindsay-with-an-A said...

Me too. The last line of this poem always gives me chills--"to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."

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