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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 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. Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd.
Alfred Lord Tennyson's dramatic monologue, 'Ulysses,' presents the indomitable courage and adventurous zeal of old Ulysses.
"Ulysses" was written in 1833 by Alfred Lord Tennyson, the future Poet Laureate of Great Britain. 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).
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 " 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.
From a general summary to chapter summaries to explanations of famous quotes, the SparkNotes Ulysses (poem) Study Guide has everything you need to ace quizzes, tests, and essays.
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.
For Tennyson’s Ulysses, to become idle is to become dull like unused metal. However, to persevere against idleness offers hope; by sailing into “the western stars,” Ulysses may find paradise instead of the “eternal silence” of the underworld.
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, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink.
