The Odyssey, Odysseus's perseverance is driven purely by his desire Odysseus leave Ithaca for a second time is pretty weak. Original epic, I have to say that Tennysons argument for having Tennyson is a wonderful writer and this poem is absolutely gorgeous,īut it contradicts a bit with the original story. My name is Grace and I have just done some analysis on this poem And it comes across so clearly and strongly that it warms the hearts of all who read the poem, inspiring them to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Tennysons message is what makes this poem so wonderful. The vivid language strongly portrays Odysseuss longing to pursue knowledge and meaning in his life, despite his age. Although Tennysons argument is weak when put in context with the original epic, the poem by itself is very beautiful and convincing. In addition, his leaving Ithaca would undermine the killing of the suitors at the end of the epic. Plus, Athena may not help him out this time. Odysseus is simply selfish to want to leave again. Odysseuss mother even kills herself mourning. Telémachus risks his life to learn of his fathers fate. Every night, Penélopê cannot sleep from grief and even prays to be shot by Artemis so that she can meet Odysseus in the underworld. He does not even seem to care about all the pain that his family has suffered during his first journey. What is he saying?! In my opinion, his one adventure is enough to last ten lifetimes! Okay, Odysseus is suffering from a bit of wanderlust and obviously has a strong will to live life to the fullest (sorry about the cliché), but frankly, Tennysons poem shows Odysseus to be incredibly impulsive. He feels that his life rusts unburnished on Ithaca. After living at home for three years, Odysseus seems to have gotten bored with his aged wife and wants to go sailing again. Odysseus says his purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset, and the baths of all the western stars, until dies. I think his quest in the poem is a bit pathetic.
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Even after living with Calypso for ten years, Odysseus admits, each day I long for home, and no matter what trial the gods put before him, his tough heart can undergo it. In Tennysons poem, however, a different purpose seems to drive Odysseus. Throughout the Odyssey, Odysseus's perseverance is driven purely by his desire to return home, not by adventurous spirit. Having read the original epic, I have to say that Tennysons argument for having Odysseus leave Ithaca for a second time is pretty weak. By all means, I think Tennyson is a wonderful writer and this poem is absolutely gorgeous, but it contradicts a bit with the original story. My name is Grace and I have just done some analysis on this poem versus Homer's epic for a recent paper. That I think it's utterly utterly beautiful. I have nothing further to say, except for the fact I actually spent some time writing criticism, commentary and the like.īut then I stopped and erased it all. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are
We are not now that strength which in old days It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,Īnd see the great Achilles, whom we knew. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: The sounding furrows for my purpose holds Push off, and sitting well in order smite The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Old age hath yet his honour and his toil ĭeath closes all: but something ere the end,
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The thunder and the sunshine, and opposedįree hearts, free foreheads - you and I are old Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me. There lies the port the vessel puffs her sail: Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere This labour, by slow prudence to make mild To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,. To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!Īs tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on lifeįrom that eternal silence, something more,Ī bringer of new things and vile it wereįor some three suns to store and hoard myself,īeyond the utmost bound of human thought. Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades Myself not least, but honour'd of them all Īnd drunk delight of battle with my peers, Much have I seen and known cities of menĪnd manners, climates, councils, governments, That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole ( Poem #121) Ulysses It little profits that an idle king,īy this still hearth, among these barren crags,
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