{"id":631,"date":"2010-12-24T16:57:59","date_gmt":"2010-12-24T20:57:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/?p=631"},"modified":"2010-12-24T16:57:59","modified_gmt":"2010-12-24T20:57:59","slug":"tis-not-too-late-to-seek-a-newer-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/2010\/12\/24\/tis-not-too-late-to-seek-a-newer-world\/","title":{"rendered":"Tis Not Too Late To Seek A Newer World"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:<br \/>\nThere gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,<br \/>\nSouls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me&mdash;<br \/>\nThat ever with a frolic welcome took<br \/>\nThe thunder and the sunshine, and opposed<br \/>\nFree hearts, free foreheads&mdash;you and I are old;<br \/>\nOld age hath yet his honour and his toil;<br \/>\nDeath closes all: but something ere the end,<br \/>\nSome work of noble note, may yet be done,<br \/>\nNot unbecoming men that strove with Gods.<br \/>\nThe lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:<br \/>\nThe long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep<br \/>\nMoans round with many voices. Come, my friends,<br \/>\n&#8216;Tis not too late to seek a newer world.<br \/>\nPush off, and sitting well in order smite<br \/>\nThe sounding furrows; for my purpose holds<br \/>\nTo sail beyond the sunset, and the baths<br \/>\nOf all the western stars, until I die.<br \/>\nIt may be that the gulfs will wash us down:<br \/>\nIt may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,<br \/>\nAnd see the great Achilles, whom we knew<br \/>\nThough much is taken, much abides; and though<br \/>\nWe are not now that strength which in old days<br \/>\nMoved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;<br \/>\nOne equal temper of heroic hearts,<br \/>\nMade weak by time and fate, but strong in will<br \/>\nTo strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>&mdash;Alfred, Lord Tennyson, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.portablepoetry.com\/poems\/alfredlord_tennyson\/ulysses.html\">Ulysses<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me&mdash; That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads&mdash;you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honour [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[535,2549,536],"class_list":["post-631","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-books","tag-call-to-arms","tag-poetry","tag-produce-anything-but-something-of-value-preferably"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/631","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=631"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/631\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=631"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=631"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=631"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}<!-- WP Super Cache is installed but broken. The path to wp-cache-phase1.php in wp-content/advanced-cache.php must be fixed! -->