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Ulysses | The Poetry Foundation. 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 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.
" Ulysses " is a poem in blank verse by the Victorian poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892), written in 1833 and published in 1842 in his well-received second volume of poetry. An oft-quoted poem, it is a popular example of the dramatic monologue.
‘Ulysses’ by Alfred Lord Tennyson presents the indomitable courage and adventurous zeal of old Ulysses. This poem attempts to imagine life from the perspective of the title character, Ulysses. After ten years away from home, the Greek is now faced with the prospect of one final voyage.
The poem takes the form of a dramatic monologue spoken by Ulysses, a character who also appears in Homer's Greek epic The Odyssey and Dante's Italian epic the Inferno (Ulysses is the Latinized name of Odysseus).
Ulysses. Alfred, Lord Tennyson. 1809 –. 1892. It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole. Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
In this poem, written in 1833 and revised for publication in 1842, Tennyson reworks the figure of Ulysses by drawing on the ancient hero of Homer’s Odyssey (“Ulysses” is the Roman form of the Greek “Odysseus”) and the medieval hero of Dante’s Inferno.
Ulysses appears most famously in Homer’s epic poems, which account for the hero’s life from the waning days of the Trojan War through his ten-year journey home to the island of Ithaca. Tennyson picks up where Homer left off, depicting Ulysses “some three suns” (line 29) after his return home, during which time he’s unhappily played ...
Ulysses – The Poetry Society: Poems. by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an agèd 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.
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 dole. Unequal laws unto a savage race...
Ulysses. Alfred Lord Tennyson. Track 54 on Poems. Ulysses (Odysseus), fed up with retirement, summons you to the deck of a massive vessel on the ocean’s edge and announces: to hell with old age...
