Alfred, Lord Tennyson - Ulysses read by Jolyon Aires ForsytheUlyssesBy: Alfred, Lord TennysonIt little profits that an idle king1,By this still hearth, among these barren crags,Matched with an agèd wife, I mete and doleUnequal laws unto a savage race,That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.I cannot rest from travel: I will drinkLife to the lees: all times I have enjoyedGreatly, have suffered greatly, both with thoseThat...
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