THE CURSE OF BEING ULYSSESS
ULYSSES – Alfred Lord Tennyson It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete out and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and fed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel; I will drink […]
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