Synthesized answer
The "Dedication" poem traces a journey from the "Hesperides" and "lost Atlantis of our youth" to the "tempest-haunted Hebrides" and finally to "Ultima Thule! Utmost Isle!" [1]. The speaker describes sailing "o'er sunlit seas" to the Hesperides long ago, then being swept far from that "land of dreams" by ocean streams, and now arriving at the Hebrides—a place of "sea-gulls scream, and breakers roar, / And wreck and sea-weed line the shore" [1]. The journey ends at Ultima Thule, where the speaker lowers sails and rests "From the unending, endless quest" [1].
The speaker's emotional trajectory moves from nostalgic longing ("that, ah! that was long ago") to bewildered loss ("Whither, ah, whither?"), and finally to weary resignation, resting in the harbor of Ultima Thule [1]. This suggests that a "quest" is an unending, endless pursuit—a journey that begins with bright dreams but leads through stormy, desolate places to a final, temporary rest, never reaching a permanent fulfillment [1]. The poem implies that the quest itself is the defining experience, not its completion.
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From the book
← Ultima Thule by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Dedication Bayard Taylor → The collection is dedicated to G. W. G. ( George Washington Greene ) 11382 Ultima Thule — Dedication Henry Wadsworth Longfellow DEDICATION. DEDICATION. TO G.W.G. With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas, We sailed for the Hesperides, The land where golden apples grow; But that, ah! that was long ago. How far, since then, the ocean streams Have swept us from that land of dreams, That land of fiction and of truth, The lost Atlantis of our youth! Whither, ah, whither? Are not these The tempest-haunted Hebrides, Where…
For works with similar titles, see Bayard Taylor . ← Dedication Ultima Thule by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Bayard Taylor The Chamber over the Gate → Bayard Taylor was a poet/journalist who died in 1878 11383 Ultima Thule — Bayard Taylor Henry Wadsworth Longfellow POEMS. BAYARD TAYLOR. Dead he lay among his books! The peace of God was in his looks. As the statues in the gloom Watch o'er Maximilian's tomb, So those volumes from their shelves Watched him, silent as themselves. Ah! his hand will nevermore Turn their storied pages o'er; Nevermore his lips repeat Songs of theirs, however sweet.…
← Helen of Tyre Ultima Thule by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Elegiac Old St. David's at Radnor → 11391 Ultima Thule — Elegiac Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ELEGIAC. Dark is the morning with mist; in the narrow mouth of the harbor Motionless lies the sea, under its curtain of cloud; Dreamily glimmer the sails of ships on the distant horizon, Like to the towers of a town, built on the verge of the sea. Slowly and stately and still, they sail forth into the ocean; With them sail my thoughts over the limitless deep, Farther and farther away, borne on by unsatisfied longings, Unto Hesperian isles,…
← Jugurtha Ultima Thule by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Iron Pen Robert Burns → 11387 Ultima Thule — The Iron Pen Henry Wadsworth Longfellow THE IRON PEN, Made from a fetter of Bonnivard, the Prisoner of Chillon; the handle of wood from the Frigate Constitution, and bound with a circlet of gold, inset with three precious stones from Siberia, Ceylon, and Maine. I thought this Pen would arise From the casket where it lies— Of itself would arise and write My thanks and my surprise. When you gave it me under the pines, I dreamed these gems from the mines Of Siberia, Ceylon, and Maine Would…
← From my Arm-Chair Ultima Thule by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Jugurtha The Iron Pen → 11386 Ultima Thule — Jugurtha Henry Wadsworth Longfellow JUGURTHA. How cold are thy baths, Apollo! Cried the African monarch, the splendid, As down to his death in the hollow Dark dungeons of Rome he descended, Uncrowned, unthroned, unattended; How cold are thy baths, Apollo! How cold are thy baths, Apollo! Cried the Poet, unknown, unbefriended, As the vision, that lured him to follow, With the mist and the darkness blended, And the dream of his life was ended; How cold are thy baths, Apollo!
More questions about this book
- In your own words, how does Longfellow define or characterize "Ultima Thule" across the different sections of this excerpt, and what contrasting emotions or states of being does it represent in the "Dedication" poem versus the introductory context?
- Explain the significance of the imagery used to describe Bayard Taylor's death (e.g., "statues in the gloom," "gone, as travellers haste to leave an inn"). What does this imagery reveal about Longfellow's perspective on death and legacy?
- While both the "Bayard Taylor" and "Dedication" poems grapple with themes of time, loss, and ultimate destinations, how do their specific explorations of these themes differ, and what might each poem suggest about finding solace or meaning in life's ultimate realities?
- Considering the introductory information about "Ultima Thule" being a collection, and the specific dedications to Bayard Taylor and G.W.G., what common threads or overarching message might Longfellow be trying to convey through these seemingly distinct poems?