28th May 2007
Food for thought
I’ve been reading some books lately, where references to fine literature have been made. Here is an excerpt about old age and experience that moved me:
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…
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world…
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 equel temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak in time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, and not to yield.
That was from Tennyson’s Ulysses.
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