ULYSSES. 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. Poetry of the Age of Fable - Page 1591863 - 251 pagesFull view - About this book
| Barbara Ardinger - Body, Mind & Spirit - 2006 - 398 pages
...suitors, then settled down in his rocky island kingdom. He hasn't even heard from Athena lately. He says: 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 is bored. He's... | |
| Inka Mülder-Bach, Gerhard Neumann - Romanticism - 2007 - 342 pages
...ist, sondern ein Ort der Fremde und Entfremdung. Die, die er dort die Seinen nennt, kennen ihn nicht: A savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. (4-5) Im zweiten Abschnitt spricht er von seiner Unfähigkeit, vom Reisen abzulassen: „I cannot rest... | |
| Cornelia D. J. Pearsall - Literary Criticism - 2008 - 408 pages
...untenable. The life to which Ulysses has made his difficult return prompts his opening observation: It little profits that an idle king, By this still...That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. (1—5) The speaker's adjectives would appear to bear the burden of his disaffection: he is "idle,"... | |
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