"I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy’d Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when Thro’ scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea: I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart...

I had some snippet of poetry floating around in my head the other day and couldn't figure out what it was from. Then I (naturally, being a child of the Millennium) Googled it and realized that it came from the lush traveler's anthem, Tennyson's Ulysses. For those of you who might have had to write...