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THE ODYSSEY.
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old: Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all, but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done.••••••'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."
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