Selections from the poems of Arthur Hugh Clough

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byArthur Hugh Clough

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ...hope into the sick man's face, Bade him take up his bed, and rise and go, What the end were, and whether it were so, Further than this I saw not, neither know. 1849 QUI LABORAT, ORAT O ONLY Source of all our light and life, Whom as our truth, our strength, we see and feel, But whom the hours of mortal moral strife Alone aright reveal! Mine inmost soul, before Thee inly brought, Thy presence owns ineffable, divine; Chastised each rebel self-encentered thought, My will adoreth Thine. With eye down-dropt, if then this earthly mind Speechless remain, or speechless e'en depart; Nor seek to see--for what of earthly kind Can see Thee as Thou art?--If well-assured 'tis but profanely bold In thought's abstractest forms to seem to see, It dare not dare the dread communion hold In ways unworthy Thee, O not unowned, thou shalt unnamed forgive, In worldly walks the prayerless heart prepare; And if in work its life it seem to live, Shalt make that work be prayer. Nor times shall lack, when while the work it plies, Unsummoned powers the blinding film shall part, And scarce by happy tears made dim, the eyes In recognition start. But, as thou willest, give or e'en forbear The beatific supersensual sight, So, with Thy blessing blest, that humbler prayer Approach Thee morn and night. FROM 'DIPSYCHUS' FROM 'DIPSYCHUS'1 The Piazza at Night Dipsychus speaks. There have been times, not many, but enough To quiet all repinings of the heart; There have been times, in which my tranquil soul, No longer nebulous, sparse, errant, seemed Upon its axis solidly to move, Centred and fast: no mere elastic blank For random rays to traverse unretained, But rounding luminous its fair ellipse Around its central sun. Ay, yet again, As in more faint sensations I detect, With it...

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ...hope into the sick man's face, Bade him take up his bed, and rise and go, What the end were, and whether it wer...

Format:PaperbackDimensions:26 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.05 inPublished:October 12, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0217991947

ISBN - 13:9780217991940

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