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Afloat.We move: Delicious! Ah, What else is like the gondola?
Arthur Hugh Clough
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Arthur Hugh Clough
Age: 42 †
Born: 1819
Born: January 1
Died: 1861
Died: November 13
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City of Liverpool
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Action will furnish belief,-but will that belief be the true one? This is the point, you know.
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If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars.
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Loving if the answering breast Seem not to be thus possessed, Still in hoping have a care If it do, beware, beware! But if in yourself you find it, Above all things mind it, mind it!
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Allah isgreat, no doubt, and Juxtaposition his prophet.
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Each for himself is still the rule We learn it when we go to school The devil take the hindmost, O!
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How pleasant it is to have money.
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For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! But westward, look, the land is bright!
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Do not adultery commit Advantage rarely comes of it.
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The highest political buzz word is not liberty, equality, fraternity or solidarity it is service.
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Grace is given of god, but knowledge is bought in the market.
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That out of sight is out of mind is true of most we leave behind.
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Tis possible, young sir, that some excess Mars youthful judgment and old men's no less Yet we must take our counsel as we may For (flying years this lesson still convey), 'Tis worst unwisdom to be overwise, And not to use, but still correct one's eyes.
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When panting sighs the bosom fill, And hands by chance united thrill At once with one delicious pain The pulses and the nerves of twain When eyes that erst could meet with ease, Do seek, yet, seeking, shyly shun Ecstatic conscious unison, - The sure beginnings, say, be these Prelusive to the strain of love Which angels sing in heaven above?
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O tell me, friends, while yet we part, And heart can yet be heard of heart, O tell me then, for what is it Our early plan of life we quit From all our old intentions range, And why does all so wholly change? O tell me, friends, while yet we part!
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Dance on, dance on, we see, we see Youth goes, alack, and with it glee, A boy the old man ne'er can be Maternal thirty scarce can find The sweet sixteen long left behind.
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Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there In small bright specks upon the visible side Of our strange being's party-coloured web.
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As I sat at the Cafe I said to myself, They may talk as they please about what they call pelf, They may sneer as they like about eating and drinking, But help it I cannot, I cannot help thinking How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho! How pleasant it is to have money!
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Old things need not be therefore true, O brother men, nor yet the new Ah! still awhile the old thought retain, And yet consider it again!
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The horrible pleasure of pleasing inferior people.
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