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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ***At the bequest of a friend or two this poem is a continuation of Tennyson''s 'Ulysses'; though I don't expect much glory for this write, it was one of my finer poetic attempts; especially Tennyson who I think was perhaps the best.Like Ulysses, Telemachus, his son now, speaks to the masses in my continuation...*** " On the great mount I have stood, upon the shoulders of my father, Ulysses ---- and I too tasted of war and conquest and the breadth of many soul; 'lesser' men have thirsted less than I, and fell to vice; What 'fair' dole to fortune that I have drank a mighty more, yet have lived to wake with warm wife, though their faces haunt the drears of night.... Hammer ringing Plains of Troy where Zephyr sleeps her lair, and whispers upon the world peace ---- then war, and legions carrion, then better days come round; When the apple of life is a fairer fruit, and the tenants of Mother Earth wiser with their short stay, teach soft love ---- and make mighty the low, and not a stomach tis barren ---- But alas! ---- Many moon has passed since Odysseus walked The Isle and pledged a greater good, and 'tis darker yet lighter these strange 'new' days swift with doom, yet hope ---- resting always in her Helicon Hills; The happy Isles lie 'neath the heart which beats a tender song, spirit of the Brae and vales..... and the seas with their threshing ---- now they long the Lover''s Field..... and Artemis to rear thy golden Kin, the morning star thy diadem, Aeonian with ancient youth; Too long have the people wailed! ----- yet as deep earth must cry they ----- to the gods, with one voice in the booms of thunder and cracks betwixt the brooding night; For justice too often sleeping in her shady slumber..... .....the snoring lion lazed and stretched out in the fields of Troy, The tongue-less Voice would call them Lords of Peace; (End of Part One)
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