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Alfred Tennyson · Ulysses, Opening
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It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete 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 lees.
All times I have enjoy'd greatly, have suffer'd greatly.
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