Death closes all

But something ere the end

Some work of noble note may yet be done

Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.

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.

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.

Ulysses

Aux ├ętoiles Images curated by Lady Elle

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