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	<title>Eagle Writing &#187; Tennyson</title>
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		<title>Ulysses &#8211; Alfred, Lord Tennyson</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Come, my friends, &#8216;Tis 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 [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Come, my friends,<br />
&#8216;Tis not too late to seek a newer world.<br />
Push off, and sitting well in order smite<br />
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds<br />
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths<br />
Of all the western stars, until I die.<br />
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:<br />
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,<br />
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.<br />
Though much is taken, much abides; and though<br />
We are not now that strength which in the old days<br />
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are,<br />
One equal-temper of heroic hearts,<br />
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will<br />
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.</p>
<p>Ulysses<br />
Alfred, Lord Tennyson</p>
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