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. Arthur Hugh Clough More Quotes by Arthur Hugh Clough More Quotes From Arthur Hugh Clough If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars. Arthur Hugh Clough liars may lying In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, but westward, look, the land is bright. Arthur Hugh Clough land military sun Thou shalt not kill; but needst not strive officiously to keep alive. Arthur Hugh Clough suicidal strive alive 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. Arthur Hugh Clough light heart thinking Allah isgreat, no doubt, and Juxtaposition his prophet. Arthur Hugh Clough juxtaposition prophet doubt Grace is given of god, but knowledge is bought in the market. Arthur Hugh Clough given grace knowledge 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! Arthur Hugh Clough tired light land 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. Arthur Hugh Clough enough facts world 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. Arthur Hugh Clough sadness heart children Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there In small bright specks upon the visible side Of our strange being's party-coloured web. Arthur Hugh Clough golden here-and-there party 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. Arthur Hugh Clough soul steps fall A world where nothing is had for nothing. Arthur Hugh Clough world 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. Arthur Hugh Clough malpractice process heart 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. Arthur Hugh Clough wicked done blessing When panting sighs the bosom fill, Arthur Hugh Clough pain angel eye The horrible pleasure of pleasing inferior people. Arthur Hugh Clough horrible pleasure people No graven images may be Worshipped, except the currency. Arthur Hugh Clough currency idols may 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! Arthur Hugh Clough quitting doe heart There is a great Field-Marshal, my friend, who arrays our battalions; Let us to Providence trust, and abide and work in our stations. Arthur Hugh Clough providence my-friends fields Rome, believe me, my friend, is like its own Monte Testaceo, Merelya marvellous mass of broken and castaway wine-pots. Arthur Hugh Clough rome wine believe
