Amours de Voyage, Canto IV (Arthur Hugh Clough Poems)
Eastward, or Northward, or West? I wander and ask as I wander;Weary, yet eager and sure, Where shall I come ...
Eastward, or Northward, or West? I wander and ask as I wander;Weary, yet eager and sure, Where shall I come ...
In controversial foul impurenessThe peace that is thy light to theeQuench not: in faith and inner surenessPossess thy soul and ...
To spend uncounted years of pain,Again, again, and yet again,In working out in heart and brainThe problem of our being ...
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? ...
Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter ...
Yet to the wondrous St. Peter's, and yet to the solemn Rotunda, Mingling with heroes and gods, yet to the ...
As I sat in the Caf? I said to myself,They may talk as they please about what they call pelf,They ...
Trunks the forest yielded with gums ambrosial oozing, Boughs with apples laden beautiful, Hesperian,Golden, odoriferous, perfume exhaling about them, ...
Thou shalt have one God only; who Would be at the expense of two? No graven images may ...
Say not the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not nor ...
From thy far sources, 'mid mountains airily climbing, Pass to the rich lowland, thou busy sunny river;Murmuring once, dimpling, ...
"Old things need not be therefore true," O brother men, nor yet the new; Ah! still awhile the old thought ...
Away, haunt thou me not, Thou vain Philosophy! Little hast thou bestead, Save to perplex the head, And leave the ...
Across the sea, along the shore, In numbers more and ever more, From lonely hut and busy town, The valley ...
How in all wonder Columbus got over, That is a marvel to me, I protest, Cabot, and Raleigh too, that ...
As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail at dawn of ...
It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so: That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er ...
Ye flags of Piccadilly, Where I posted up and down, And wished myself so often Well away from you and ...
Thou shalt have one God only;-who Would be at the expense of two? No graven images may be Worshipped, except ...
To spend uncounted years of pain Again, again, and yet again In working out in heart and brain The problem ...
What we, when face to face we see The Father of our souls, shall be, John tells us, doth not ...
Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there In small bright specks upon the visible side Of our strange ...
Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane, East wind and frost are safely gone; With zephyr mild and balmy rain ...
It is not sweet content, be sure, That moves the nobler Muse to song, Yet when could truth come whole ...
Whate'er you dream, with doubt possessed, Keep, keep it snug within your breast, And lay you down and take your ...
"There is no God," the wicked saith, "And truly it's a blessing, For what He might have done with us ...
Where lies the land to which the ship would go? Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know. And where ...
SAY not the struggle naught availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And ...
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