Arthur Hugh Clough

’Twas on a sunny summer dayThat any save himself was there.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Truth is a golden thread, seen here and thereOf our strange being’s party-coloured web.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Come back again, old heart! Ah me!Wait on to show the truly right.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Thought may well be ever ranging,Do it, Time is on the wing!

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Loving—if the answering breastAbove all things—mind it, mind it!

— Arthur Hugh Clough

When panting sighs the bosom fill,Which angels sing in heaven above?

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Thy duty do? rejoined the voice,I know not, I will do my duty.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Grace is given of God, but knowledge is bought in the market;Knowledge needful for all, yet cannot be had for the asking.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

A world where nothing is had for nothing.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

So in the sinful streets, abstracted and alone,I with my secret self held communing of mine own.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Hope conquers cowardice, joy grief;Or at least, faith unbelief.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Alas! the great world goes its way,Far less consider it again.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Where lies the land to which the ship would go?Far, far behind, is all that they can say.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

And almost every one when age,Or something very like Him.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Trust me, I’ve read your German sageWhom God deludes is well deluded.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

I sit at my table en grand seigneur,So pleasant it is to have money.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

“There is no God,” the wicked saith,It’s better only guessing.”

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Say not the struggle nought availeth,And as things have been, things remain.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

For while the tired waves vainly breakingComes silent, flooding in, the main.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,But westward, look, the land is bright.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

No graven images may beWorshipped, except the currency.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Honour thy parents; that is, allOfficiously to keep alive.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Thou shalt not covet, but traditionApproves all forms of competition.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

I watched them from the window, thy children at their play,Seemed to be thawing at my heart with a warm and sudden flow.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane,Be still, contain thyself, and bear.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Our ills are worse than at their easeAlas, who live not to detect.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Each for himself is still the ruleThe devil take the hindmost, O!

— Arthur Hugh Clough

O tell me, friends, while yet we part,O tell me, friends, while yet we part!

— Arthur Hugh Clough

My wind is turned to bitter north,No more again, no more.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

’Tis possible, young sir, that some excessAnd not to use, but still correct one’s eyes.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

The highest political buzz word is not liberty, equality, fraternity or solidarity; it is service.

— Arthur Hugh Clough