Read this excerpt from "Ulysses" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson:
 In offices of tenderness, and pay
 Meet adoration to my household gods,
 When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
 There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
 There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
 Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me--
 That ever with a frolic welcome took
 The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
 Free hearts, free foreheads-- you and I are old;
 THE ANSWERS ARE ATTACHED! MAY YOU PLEASE HELP ME OUT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT AND GOD BLESS!