‘Ulysses’ -Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) Critique of existing over
living
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Ulysses’ sense of identity
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole and life philosophy
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. Adventure
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd Ageing
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour'd of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,—
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with
me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
, The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Title
2 voices in the poem: Tennyson = poet (dealing with the tragic loss of a friend) and
Ulysses = speaker (coming to terms with inevitable ageing).
Lines 1-5: A king gains nothing from just
1. It little profits that an idle king, sitting around by a fire with his wife,
making laws for people who don’t even
Kings who remain passive, gain nothing in life. know him.
2. By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Kings that sit by quiet fires that don’t grow. Barren = infertile (even nature is empty).
3. Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole
He is stuck with an old woman beyond child bearing years (unhappy). Mete = measure
and dole = announce.
4. Unequal laws unto a savage race,
He distances himself from his animalistic people because he cannot relate to them, his
land and his wife: everything frustrates him. He sees his people as uncivilised.
5. That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Animalistic behaviour of his people. Sense of isolation: he does not identify with them.
6. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
He is determined not to be stuck on the island of Ithaca: wants adventure in life
(wonderlust). He is fighting against the ageing process. Metaphor: he has a thirst for life.
living
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Ulysses’ sense of identity
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole and life philosophy
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. Adventure
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd Ageing
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour'd of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,—
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with
me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
, The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Title
2 voices in the poem: Tennyson = poet (dealing with the tragic loss of a friend) and
Ulysses = speaker (coming to terms with inevitable ageing).
Lines 1-5: A king gains nothing from just
1. It little profits that an idle king, sitting around by a fire with his wife,
making laws for people who don’t even
Kings who remain passive, gain nothing in life. know him.
2. By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Kings that sit by quiet fires that don’t grow. Barren = infertile (even nature is empty).
3. Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole
He is stuck with an old woman beyond child bearing years (unhappy). Mete = measure
and dole = announce.
4. Unequal laws unto a savage race,
He distances himself from his animalistic people because he cannot relate to them, his
land and his wife: everything frustrates him. He sees his people as uncivilised.
5. That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Animalistic behaviour of his people. Sense of isolation: he does not identify with them.
6. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
He is determined not to be stuck on the island of Ithaca: wants adventure in life
(wonderlust). He is fighting against the ageing process. Metaphor: he has a thirst for life.
