Arthur Hugh Clough
Arthur Hugh Clough
Arthur Hugh Cloughwas an English poet, an educationalist, and the devoted assistant to ground-breaking nurse Florence Nightingale. He was the brother of suffragist Anne Clough, who became principal of Newnham College, Cambridge...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth1 January 1819
cheating stealing empty
Thou shalt not steal; an empty feat, When it's so lucrative to cheat.
sports competition coveting
Thou shalt not covet; but tradition approves all forms of competition.
adultery advantage commit
Do not adultery commit; Advantage rarely comes of it.
gay wind sky
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 o'er My gay green leaves are yellow-black, Upon the dank autumnal floor; For love, departed once, comes back No more again, no more.
equality political liberty
The highest political buzz word is not liberty, equality, fraternity or solidarity; it is service.
thinking sorrow age
And almost everyone when age, disease, or sorrows strike him, inclines to think there is a God, or something very like him.
money pleasant
How pleasant it is to have money.
tired light land
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 comes, comes in the light; In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! But westward, look, the land is bright!
war fall bridges
What voice did on my spirit fall, Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost? 'Tis better to have fought and lost That never to have fought at all!
money drinking thinking
As I sat at the Cafe I said to myself, They may talk as they please about what they call pelf, They may sneer as they like about eating and drinking, But help it I cannot, I cannot help thinking How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho! How pleasant it is to have money!
brother men old-things
Old things need not be therefore true, O brother men, nor yet the new; Ah! still awhile the old thought retain, And yet consider it again!
blessing wicked done
There is no God', the wicked saith, 'And truly it's a blessing, For what he might have done with us It's better only guessing.
believe wine rome
Rome, believe me, my friend, is like its own Monte Testaceo, Merelya marvellous mass of broken and castaway wine-pots.
people pleasure horrible
The horrible pleasure of pleasing inferior people.