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.
fall soul steps
It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so: That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip Thou dost not fall.
equality political liberty
The highest political buzz word is not liberty, equality, fraternity or solidarity; it is service.
fighting bravery soul
Whither depart the souls of the brave that die in the battle, Die in the lost, lost fight, for the cause that perishes with them?
sports competition coveting
Thou shalt not covet; but tradition approves all forms of competition.
world
A world where nothing is had for nothing.
believe wine rome
Rome, believe me, my friend, is like its own Monte Testaceo, Merelya marvellous mass of broken and castaway wine-pots.
heart malpractice process
Idonot likebeingmoved:for thewill isexcited;andaction Is a most dangerous thing: I tremble for something factitious, Some malpractice of heart and illegitimate process; We are so proneto thesethings with our terrible notions of duty.
children heart sadness
I watched them from the window, thy children at their play, And I thought of all my own dear friends, who were far, oh, far away, And childish loves, and childish cares, and a child's own buoyant gladness Came gushing back again to me with a soft and solemn sadness; And feelings frozen up full long, and thoughts of long ago, Seemed to be thawing at my heart with a warm and sudden flow.
school devil stills
Each for himself is still the rule We learn it when we go to school The devil take the hindmost, O!
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.
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.
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.
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!