Ulysses

by Alfred,Load Tennyson

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 purose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and 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.
Though much is taken, much abides;
and though
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.