CLOUGH LIST OF REFERENCES EDITIONS POEMS, with Memoir by Charles Eliot Norton, Ticknor & Fields, 1862.-POEMS AND PROSE REMAINS, with Memoir by Mrs. Clough, 2 volumes, London, 1869.- POEMS, 1 volume, The Macmillan Company, 1888. SELECTIONS from the Poems, 1 volume, 1894 (Golden Treasury Series). PROSE REMAINS, 1 volume, The Macmillan Company (1862), 1888. BIOGRAPHY AND REMINISCENCES Memoirs by * C. E. Norton and by Mrs. Clough, in the editions above mentioned. SHAIRP (J. C.), Portraits of Friends. STEPHEN (Leslie), Clough; in the Dictionary of National Biography, Vol. XI, 1887. CRITICISM ARNOLD (Matthew), On Translating Homer, § III; Last Words on Translating Homer, last two pages. - *BAGEHOT (W.), Literary Studies, Vol. II, 1879. BIJVANCK (W. G. C.), Poezie en Leven in de 19de Eeuw: Studien op het Gebied der Letterkunde, Haarlem, 1889.-*BROOKE (S. A.), Four Victorian Poets, 1908. - DOWDEN (E.), Studies in Literature: Transcendental Movement in Literature, 1878.HUDSON (W. H.), Studies in Interpretation, 1893. *HUTTON (R. H.), Literary Essays, 1871, 1888. -MABIE (H. W.), My Study Fire, Second Series. OLIPHANT (Margaret), HUTTON (R. H.), Brief Literary Criticisms, 1906: The Unpopularity of Clough; Amiel and Clough.- Victorian Age in Literature.- PATMORE (C.), Principle in Art.- PERRY (T. S.), in Atlantic Monthly, 1875, p. 409.ROBERTSON (J. M.), New Essays towards a Critical Method, 1897.-*SIDGWICK (Henry), Miscellaneous Essays and Addresses, 1905. STEDMAN (E. C.), Victorian Poets, p. 243-4. WADDINGTON (S.), Arthur Hugh Clough, a Monograph, 1883. — WARD (T. H.), English Poets, Vol. IV. ARMSTRONG (R. A.), Faith and Doubt.-MACDONALD (G.), England's Antiphon. SCUDDER (V. D.), Life of the Spirit.SEEBURG (L.), Ueber A. H. Clough. SHARP (Amy), Victorian Poets. - SWANWICK (A.), Poets the Interpreters of their Age. TRIBUTES IN VERSE * ARNOLD, The Scholar Gipsy; Thyrsis. - * LOWELL, Agassiz. Section III. CLOUGH IN A LECTURE-ROOM AWAY, haunt thou not me, Unto thy broken cisterns wherefore go, While from the secret treasure-depths below, Fed by the skiey shower, And clouds that sink and rest on hilltops high, Wisdom at once, and Power, Why labor at the dull mechanic oar, BLANK MISGIVINGS How often sit I, poring o'er My strange distorted youth, Seeking in vain, in all my store, One feeling based on truth; Amid the maze of petty life, A clue whereby to move, A spot whereon in toil and strife To dare to rest and love. 1849. Amid the things allowed thee live and love; Some day thou shalt it view. 1841. 1349. QUA CURSUM VENTUS Are scarce long leagues apart descried; When fell the night, upsprung the breeze, And all the darkling hours they plied, Nor dreamt but each the self-same seas By each was cleaving, side by side: E'en so, but why the tale reveal Of those, whom year by year unchanged, Brief absence joined anew to feel, At dead of night their sails were filled, To veer, how vain! On, onward strain, Brave barks! In light, in darkness too, Through winds and tides one compass guides To that, and your own selves, be true. But O blithe breeze; and O great seas, Though ne'er, that earliest parting past, On your wide plain they join again, One port, methought, alike they sought, THE NEW SINAI Lo, here is God, and there is God! Believe it not, O Man; 1849. In joy and hasty fear, "He is!" aloud replied the crowd, "Is here, and here, and here." "He is! They are!" in distance seen On yon Olympus high, In those Avernian woods abide 66 They are! They are!"-to every show Its eyes the baby turned, And blazes sacrificial, tall, On thousand altars burned: God spake it out, "I, God, am One;" Have dogged the growing man: God said that God is One. Earth goes by chemic forces; Heaven's And heart and mind of human kind A watch-work as the rest! Is this a Voice, as was the Voice, The ancient truth of God? Ah, not the Voice; 'tis but the cloud, Where image none, nor e'er was seen 'Tis but the cloudy darkness dense Is there no prophet-soul the while Within the shroud of blackest cloud 'Midst atheistic systems dark, And darker hearts' despair, That soul has heard percliance His word, And on the dusky air His skirts, as passed He by, to see 'Tis but the cloudy darkness dense; Have passed and ceased to be: No God, no Truth! ah though, in sooth Take better part, with manlier heart, No God, no Truth, receive it ne'er- But turn not then to seek again What first the ill began; No God, it saith; ah, wait in faith "The Man that went the cloud within The Prophet's brother-Priest: Devout, indeed! that priestly creed, The clouded hill attend thou still, Some sacred word that he hath heard Thou shalt receive, thou shalt believe THE QUESTIONING SPIRIT THE human spirits saw I on a day, Sitting and looking each a different way; And hardly tasking, subtly questioning, Another spirit went around the ring To each and each: and as he ceased his say, Each after each, I heard them singly sing, Some querulously high, some softly, sadly low, We know not-what avails to know? We know not-wherefore need we know? This answer gave they still unto his suing, We know not, let us do as we are doing. Dost thou not know that these things only 'seem ?- I know not, let me dream my dream. Are dust and ashes fit to make a treasure? I know not, let me take my pleasure. What shall avail the knowledge thou hast sought?-- I know not, let me think my thought. What is the end of strife? I know not, let me live my life. I know not, let me love my love. I know not, I will do my duty, said the last. |