 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
 | Jonathan Shay - History - 2010 - 352 pages
...to unendurable proportions. Tennyson captured this boredom in the opening lines of his poem 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,... | |
 | K. H. Anthol - Literary Criticism - 2003 - 344 pages
...from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. [1819] Ulysses 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,... | |
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