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
adultery advantage commit
Do not adultery commit; Advantage rarely comes of it.
lying liars dupes
If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars.
military land sun
In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, but westward, look, the land is bright.
grace given
Grace is given of god, but knowledge is bought in the market.
suicidal alive strive
Thou shalt not kill; but needst not strive officiously to keep alive.
heart thinking years
Come back again, old heart! Ah me! Methinks in those thy coward fears There might, perchance, a courage be, That fails in these the manlier years; Courage to let the courage sink, Itself a coward base to think, Rather than not for heavenly light Wait on to show the truly right.
doubt juxtaposition prophet
Allah isgreat, no doubt, and Juxtaposition his prophet.
heart doe quitting
O tell me, friends, while yet we part, And heart can yet be heard of heart, O tell me then, for what is it Our early plan of life we quit; From all our old intentions range, And why does all so wholly change? O tell me, friends, while yet we part!
idols may currency
No graven images may be Worshipped, except the currency.
sweet boys men
Dance on, dance on, we see, we see Youth goes, alack, and with it glee, A boy the old man ne'er can be; Maternal thirty scarce can find The sweet sixteen long left behind.
two league long
As ships becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail, at dawn of day Are scarce, long leagues apart, descried.
moving gondolas delicious
Afloat.We move: Delicious! Ah, What else is like the gondola?
world facts enough
This world is bad enough maybe; We do not comprehend it; But in one fact can all agree God won't, and we can't mend it.
struggle enemy vain
Say not the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been, things remain.