The Effulgence Within: Tennyson: Since Death is the End of Life, Why should Life all Labour Be?
The long-drawn ten years’ war in Troy has ended. The ship of Odysseus (that is, Ulysses) sets sail for homeward journey. The mariners sight land. A few of them go to explore the region. The air, languid, all quiet reigned. The streams seemed slumberous in movement. It was a land where nothing... Sign in to see full entry.