Poems by Arthur Hugh Clough
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All Is Well
... In spite of dreams, in spite of thought, ...
There Is No God, the Wicked Sayeth
... Think there is none, when they are well, ...
Where Lies The Land To Which The Ship Would Go
... Away, Far, far behind, is all that they can say ...
Say not the Struggle Naught availeth
... Far back, through creeks and inlets making, ...
In the Depths
... Yet when could truth come whole and pure ...
The Last Decalogue
... let the lie Have time on its own wings to fly: ...
To Spend Uncounted Years Of Pain
... Is this the object, end, and law, ...
Through a Glass Darkly
... Ah! did he tell what we are here!A mind for thoughts to pass into, ...
The Thread of Truth
... Emerging now and then on Earth's rude breast, ...
In A London Square
... The leaves that burst, the suns that shine, ...
Across the Sea Along the Shore
... The reeds that waver, the weeds that float ...
How In All Wonder...
... Judged that the earth like an orange was round, ...
Qua Cursum Ventus
... Or wist, what first with dawn appeared!To veer, how vain! On, onward strain, ...
Ye Flags of Picadilly
... Well away from you and town--Are the people walking quietly ...
In a Lecture Room
... Are welling, bubbling forth, unseen, incessantly ...
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