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...
... 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.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 4:13-21,5 of the original text.
Composition:
Set to music by Paul William Whear (b. 1925), "A Never World", published 1974, stanzas 4:13-21,5 [ SATB chorus, brass sextet, and timpani ]
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- GER German (Deutsch) [singable] (Walter A. Aue) , "Ulysses", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2009-03-21
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Word count: 567