This world is bad enough maybe; We do not comprehend it; But in one fact can all agree God won't, and we can't mend it.
Thou shalt not kill; but needst not strive officiously to keep alive. - Arthur Hugh Clough
Thou shalt not kill; but needst not strive officiously to keep alive.
- Arthur Hugh Clough
Grace is given of god, but knowledge is bought in the market. - Arthur Hugh Clough
Grace is given of god, but knowledge is bought in the market.
The horrible pleasure of pleasing inferior people. - Arthur Hugh Clough
The horrible pleasure of pleasing inferior people.
Do not adultery commit; Advantage rarely comes of it. - Arthur Hugh Clough
Do not adultery commit; Advantage rarely comes of it.
Whither depart the souls of the brave that die in the battle, Die in the lost, lost fight, for the cause that perishes with them? - Arthur Hugh Clough
Whither depart the souls of the brave that die in the battle, Die in the lost, lost fight, for the cause that perishes with them?
Idonot likebeingmoved:for thewill isexcited;andaction Is a most dangerous thing: I tremble for something factitious, Some malpractice of heart and il… - Arthur Hugh Clough
Idonot likebeingmoved:for thewill isexcited;andaction Is a most dangerous thing: I tremble for something factitious, Some malpractice of heart and il…
I watched them from the window, thy children at their play, And I thought of all my own dear friends, who were far, oh, far away, And childish loves,… - Arthur Hugh Clough
I watched them from the window, thy children at their play, And I thought of all my own dear friends, who were far, oh, far away, And childish loves,…
Come back again, old heart! Ah me! Methinks in those thy coward fears There might, perchance, a courage be, That fails in these the manlier years; Co… - Arthur Hugh Clough
Come back again, old heart! Ah me! Methinks in those thy coward fears There might, perchance, a courage be, That fails in these the manlier years; Co…
In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, but westward, look, the land is bright. - Arthur Hugh Clough
In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, but westward, look, the land is bright.
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