Books · 1842
I am part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’ Gleams that untravell’d world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
— Alfred Tennyson • Ulysses
Books · 1842
I am part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’ Gleams that untravell’d world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
— Alfred Tennyson • Ulysses