The untravell’d world…

I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’Gleams that untravell’d world whose margin fadesFor ever and forever when I move. From the poem “Ulysses” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson “Ulysses” is a dramatic monologue, that has its namesake waxing poetic about his travels that have taken himContinue reading “The untravell’d world…”