The Poems and Prose Remains of Arthur Hugh Clough: With a Selection from His Letters and a Memoir, Volume 2

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Macmillan, 1869

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Page 493 - SAY not, the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been, they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field. For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight...
Page 41 - E'en so — but why the tale reveal Of those, whom year by year unchanged, Brief absence joined anew to feel, Astounded, soul from soul estranged ? At dead of night their sails were filled, And onward each rejoicing steered — Ah, neither blame, for neither willed...
Page 447 - ... that they can say. On sunny noons upon the deck's smooth face ; Linked arm in arm, how pleasant here to pace ; Or, o'er the stern reclining, watch below The foaming wake far widening as we go. On stormy nights when wild north-westers rave, How proud a thing to fight with wind and wave ! The dripping sailor on the reeling mast Exults to bear, and scorns to wish it past.
Page 303 - Peter's? Alas, Bernini has filled it with sculpture! No one can cavil, I grant, at the size of the great Coliseum. Doubtless the notion of grand and capacious and massive amusement, This the old Romans had; but tell me, is this an idea? Yet of solidity much, but of splendour little is extant: 'Brickwork I found thee, and marble I left thee!
Page 102 - THROUGH the great sinful streets of Naples as I past, With fiercer heat than flamed above my head My heart was hot within me; till at last My brain was lightened when my tongue had said— Christ is not risen ! Christ is not risen, no— He lies and moulders low; Christ is not risen!
Page 136 - Where are the great, whom thou would'st wish to praise thee ? Where are the pure, whom thou would'st choose to love thee ? Where are the brave, to stand supreme above thee, Whose high commands would cheer, whose chidings raise thee ? Seek, seeker, in thyself; submit to find In the stones, bread, and life in the blank mind.
Page 91 - It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so...
Page 92 - To spend uncounted years of pain, Again, again, and yet again, In working out in heart and brain The problem of our being here ; To gather facts from far and near, Upon the mind to hold them clear, And, knowing more may yet appear, Unto one's latest breath to fear The premature result to draw — Is this the object, end and law, And purpose of our being here ? THE SHADOW'.
Page 337 - TIBXJR is beautiful, too, and the orchard slopes, and the Anio Falling, falling yet, to the ancient lyrical cadence ; Tibur and Anio's tide ; and cool from Luoretilis ever, "With the Digentian stream, and with the Bandusian fountain...
Page 136 - Not only the pleasure, one's self, of good living, But also the pleasure of now and then giving. So pleasant it is to have money, heigh ho!

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