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| so:text | The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks; The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends. '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. (en) |
| so:isPartOf | https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Alfred,_Lord_Tennyson |
| so:description | Ulysses (1842) (en) |
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