By Alfred Lord Tennyson Break, break, break,On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!And I would that my tongue could utterThe thoughts that arise in me. …
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Ulysses
By Alfred Lord Tennyson It little profits that an idle king,By this still hearth, among these barren crags,Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and …