Author: Arthur Hugh Clough

“There is no God,” the wicked saith, “And truly it’s a blessing, For what He might have done with us […]

Whate’er you dream, with doubt possessed, Keep, keep it snug within your breast, And lay you down and take your […]

Where lies the land to which the ship would go? Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know. And where […]

Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there In small bright specks upon the visible side Of our strange […]

It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so: That, howsoe’er I stray and range, Whate’er […]

Away, haunt thou me not, Thou vain Philosophy! Little hast thou bestead, Save to perplex the head, And leave the […]

Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane, East wind and frost are safely gone; With zephyr mild and balmy rain […]

How in all wonder Columbus got over, That is a marvel to me, I protest, Cabot, and Raleigh too, that […]

As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail at dawn of […]

To spend uncounted years of pain Again, again, and yet again In working out in heart and brain The problem […]

Thou shalt have one God only;-who Would be at the expense of two? No graven images may be Worshipped, except […]

It is not sweet content, be sure, That moves the nobler Muse to song, Yet when could truth come whole […]

“Old things need not be therefore true,” O brother men, nor yet the new; Ah! still awhile the old thought […]

What we, when face to face we see The Father of our souls, shall be, John tells us, doth not […]

Ye flags of Piccadilly, Where I posted up and down, And wished myself so often Well away from you and […]