"It gave my feeling," Tennyson said to his son (after writing this great poem), "about the need of going forward and braving the struggle of life...."

...I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees

To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!

To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

He works his work, I mine.

Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done

It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles

...strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

(Excerpts from:
ULYSSES by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.)