Arthur Hugh Clough

"It fortifies my soul to know     That, though I perish, Truth is so:     That, howsoeer I stray and range,     Whateer I do, Thou dost not ch"

"Mari Magno or Tales on Board The Mates Story     Ive often wondered how it is, at times     Good people do what are as bad as crimes.     A"

"Whence are ye, vague desires,     Which carry men along,     However proud and strong;     Which, having ruled to-day,     To-morrow pass away"

"There is no God, the wicked saith,     And truly its a blessing,     For what He might have done with us     Its better only guessing."

"Hearken to me, ye mothers of my tent:     Ye wives of Lamech, hearken to my speech:     Adah, let Jubal hither lead his goats:     And Tubal Ca"

"My beloved, is it nothing     Though we meet not, neither can,     That I see thee, and thou me,     That we see, and see we see,     When I s"

"In controversial foul impureness     The peace that is thy light to thee     Quench not: in faith and inner sureness     Possess thy soul and l"

"What voice did on my spirit fall,     Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost?     Tis better to have fought and lost,     Than never to have foug"

"I     Here am I yet, another twelvemonth spent,     One-third departed of the mortal span,     Carrying on the child into the man,     Nothing in"

"Come back again, my olden heart!     Ah, fickle spirit and untrue,     I bade the only guide depart     Whose faithfulness I surely knew:"

"It may be true     That while we walk the troublous tossing sea,     That when we see the oertopping waves advance,     And when we feel our f"

"Naples, 1849     Through the great sinful streets of Naples as I past,     With fiercer heat than flamed above my head     My heart was hot withi"

"CANTO IV.     Eastward, or Northward, or West? I wander and ask as I wander,     Weary, yet eager and sure, Where shall I come to my love?"

"Ye flags of Piccadilly,     Where I posted up and down,     And wished myself so often     Well away from you and town.     Are the people wa"

"Youth, that went, is come again,     Youth, for which we all were fain;     With soft pleasure and sweet pain     In each nerve and every vein,"

"Beside me, in the car, she sat,     She spake not, no, nor looked to me     From her to me, from me to her,     What passed so subtly, stealthi"

"It was but some few nights ago     I wandered down this quiet lane;     I pray that I may never know     The feelings then I felt, again."

"CANTO II.     Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages,     Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption, abide?     Do"

"Whateer you dream with doubt possest,     Keep, keep it snug within your breast,     And lay you down and take your rest;     Forget in sleep"

"Say not the struggle naught availeth,     The labour and the wounds are vain,     The enemy faints not, nor faileth,     And as things have bee"

"When on the primal peaceful blank profound,     Which in its still unknowing silence holds     All knowledge, ever by withholding holds,     Wh"

"How in all wonder Columbus got over,     That is a marvel to me, I protest,     Cabot, and Raleigh too, that well-read rover,     Frobisher, Da"

"O let me love my love unto myself alone,     And know my knowledge to the world unknown;     No witness to my vision call,     Beholding, unbeh"

"Each for himself is still the rule     We learn it when we go to school     The devil take the hindmost, O!     And when the schoolboys grow t"

"A Long-Vacation Pastoral Nunc formosissimus annus Ite me felix quondam pecus, ite camen. I     Socii cratera coronant.     It was the after"

"Say, will it, when our hairs are grey,     And wintry suns half light the day,     Which cheering hope and strengthening trust     Have left, d"

"A Sequel     I saw again the spirits on a day,     Where on the earth in mournful case they lay;     Five porches were there, and a pool, and rou"

"When the dews are earliest falling,     When the evening glen is grey,     Ere thou lookest, ere thou speakest,     My beloved,     I depart,"

"Love is fellow-service.     A youth and maid upon a summer night     Upon the lawn, while yet the skies were light,     Edmund and Emma, let thei"

"Across the sea, along the shore,     In numbers more and ever more,     From lonely hut and busy town,     The valley through, the mountain dow"

"Oh, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio,     And taste with a distempered appetite!     SHAKSPEARE.     I1 doutait de tout, mme de larnour."

"Duty thats to say, complying,     With whateers expected here;     On your unknown cousins dying,     Straight be ready with the tear;"

"I dont very well understand what its all about, said my uncle. I wont say I didnt drop into a doze while the young man was drivelling throu"

"Who is this man             that walketh in the field,     O Eleazar,             steward to my lord?     And Eleazar             answered h"

"The skies have sunk, and hid the upper snow     (Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie),     The rainy clouds are filing fast below,"

"Twas on a sunny summer day     I trod a mighty citys street,     And when I started on my way     My heart was full of fancies sweet;     Bu"

"I have seen higher holier things than these,     And therefore must to these refuse my heart,     Yet am I panting for a little ease;     Ill"

"O happy mother! while the man wayworn     Sleeps by his ass and dreams of daily bread,     Wakeful and heedful for thy infant care,     O happy"

"Thought may well be ever ranging,     And opinion ever changing,     Task-work be, though ill begun,     Dealt with by experience better;"

"Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane,     East wind and frost are safely gone;     With zephyr mild and balmy rain     The summer comes serenel"

"A youth was I. An elder friend with me,     Twas in September oer the autumnal sea     We went; the wide Atlantic ocean oer     Two amongst"

"What we, when face to face we see     The Father of our souls, shall be,     John tells us, doth not yet appear;     Ah! did he tell what we ar"

"That out of sight is out of mind     Is true of most we leave behind;     It is not sure, nor can be true,     My own and only love, of you."

"My sons, and ye the children of my sons,     Jacob your father goes upon his way,     His pilgrimage is being accomplished.     Come near and h"

"Dance on, dance on, we see, we see     Youth goes, alack, and with it glee,     A boy the old man neer can be;     Maternal thirty scarce can"

"Over a mountain slope with lentisk, and with abounding     Arbutus, and the red oak overtufted, mid a noontide     Now glowing fervidly, the Le"

"A Long-Vacation Pastoral     VII     Vesper adest, juvenes, consurgite: Vesper Olympo     Expectata diu vix tandem lumina tollit.     For she"

"Away, haunt thou me not,     Thou vain Philosophy!     Little hast thou bestead,     Save to perplex the head,     And leave the spirit dead."

"My wind is turned to bitter north,     That was so soft a south before;     My sky, that shone so sunny bright,     With foggy gloom is clouded"

"I That children in their loveliness should die Before the dawning beauty, which we know Cannot remain, has yet begun to go; That when a certain period"

"I     Over every hill     All is still;     In no leaf of any tree     Can you see     The motion of a breath.     Every bird has ceased its so"

"To spend uncounted years of pain,     Again, again, and yet again,     In working out in heart and brain     The problem of our being here;"

"Green fields of England! wheresoeer     Across this watery waste we fare,     Your image at our hearts we bear     Green fields of England, ev"

"The human spirits saw I on a day,     Sitting and looking each a different way;     And hardly tasking, subtly questioning,     Another spirit"

"Matthew and Mark and Luke and holy John     Evanished all and gone!     Yea, he that erst his dusky curtains quitting,     Thro Eastern pictur"

"Sweet streamlet bason! at thy side     Weary and faint within me cried     My longing heart, In such pure deep     How sweet it were to sit and"

"Come, Poet, come!     A thousand labourers ply their task,     And what it tends to scarcely ask,     And trembling thinkers on the brink"

"SCENE I.     Adam and Eve.     Adam. Since that last evening we have fallen indeed!     Yes, we have fallen, my Eve! O yes!     One, two, an"

"Farewell, farewell! Her vans the vessel tries,     His iron might the potent engine plies:     Haste, winged words, and ere tis useless, tell,"

"(I. 1-32.)     Goddess, the anger sing of the Pelean Achilles,     Fatal beginning of griefs unnumbered to the Achans;     Many valiant souls"