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Arthur Hugh Clough
1819 - 1861
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At Rome
O, richly soiled and richly sunned, / Exuberant, fervid, and fecund! / Is this the fixed condition
Bethesda
A Sequel / I saw again the spirits on a day, / Where on the earth in mournful case they lay;
Blessed are they that have not seen!
O happy they whose hearts receive / The implanted word with faith; believe / Because their fathers did before,
Cold Comfort
Say, will it, when our hairs are grey, / And wintry suns half light the day, / Which cheering hope and strengthening trust
Come back, come back, behold with straining mast
Come back, come back, behold with straining mast / And swelling sail, behold her steaming fast; / With one new sun to see her voyage o’er,
Come home, come home! and where is home for me
Come home, come home! and where is home for me, / Whose ship is driving o’er the trackless sea? / To the frail bark here plunging on its way,
Come, Poet, Come!
Come, Poet, come! / A thousand labourers ply their task, / And what it tends to scarcely ask,
Darkness
But that from slow dissolving pomps of dawn / No verity of slowly strengthening light / Early or late hath issued; that the day
Dipsychus - Part I
The Piazza at Venice, 9 p.m. Dipsychus and the Spirit. / The scene is different, and the place, the air / Tastes of the nearer north; the people
Dipsychus - Part II
Thunder and rain! O dear, O dear! / But see, a noble shelter here, / This grand arcade where our Venetian
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