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.1
And to think I used to think Tennyson a mediocre poet.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson : Ulysses : Lines↩