I am a 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. I am become a name For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known,- cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honor'd of them all,- And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. All times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone on shore, and when Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea. I cannot rest from travel I will drink Life to the lees. It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
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