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And then they jogged each other: The nightingale that in the branches “Brother! Brother!
sang, Now for the Porter's shoulder-knot Ah whence, and whither flown again, who a-creaking!"
Indeed, the Idols I have loved so long
Ah Love! could you and I with Him conwrong:
370 Have drowned my glory in a shallow
Scheme of Things сир, , And sold my reputation for a song.
entire, Would not we shatter it to bits - and then
Remould it nearer to the Heart's desire! Indeed, indeed, repentance oft before I swore
but was I sober when I swore? And then, and then came Spring, and rose-in-hand
375 My threadbare penitence apieces tore. Yon rising Moon that looks for us again
How oft hereafter will she wax and wane;
How oft hereafter rising look for us
Through this same garden, and for one And much as Wine has played the Infidel,
in vain! And robbed me of my robe of Honor
Well, I wonder often what the vintners buy And when like her, oh Sáki, you shall pass One half so precious as the stuff they Among the guests star-scattered on the sell.
grass, And in your joyous errand reach the
spot Yet ah, that Spring should vanish with the
Where I made one turn down an empty rose! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript
glass! should close!
ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH
QUA CURSUM VENTUS
(1849) As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay
With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail at dawn of day
Are scarce long leagues apart descried;
IN A LECTURE-ROOM
When fell the night, upsprung the breeze, 5
And all the darkling hours they plied, Nor dreamt but each the self-same seas
By each was cleaving, side by side:
Away, haunt thou not me,
low, Fed by the skiey shower, And clouds that sink and rest on hilltops
high, Wisdom at once, and Power, Are welling, bubbling forth, unseen, in
cessantly? Why labor at the dull mechanic oar, When the fresh breeze is blowing, And the strong current flowing, Right onward to the Eternal Shore? 15
E'en so, but why the tale reveal
Astounded, soul from soul estranged? At dead of night their sails were filled,
And onward each rejoicing steered Ah, neither blame, for neither willed, Or wist, what first with dawn ap
HOW OFTEN SIT I
(From "Blank Misgivings of a Creature
moving about in Worlds not realized": number V, 1841)
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. 20 But O blithe breeze; and O great seas,
Though ne'er, that earliest parting past, On your wide plain they join again,
Together lead them home at last.
One port, methought, alike they sought, 25
One purpose hold where'er they fare, O bounding breeze, O rushing seas!
At last, at last, unite them there!
How often sit I, poring o'er
My strange distorted youth, Seeking in vain, in all my store,
One feeling based on truth;
A clue whereby to move,
To dare to rest and love.
So fickle as it must,
'Twere dry as summer dust. Excitements come, and act and speech
Flow freely forth; Nor they, nor aught beside, can reach
The buried world below.
Come, let us go, to a land wherein gods. “Brickwork I found thee, and marble I of the old time wandered,
left thee!" their Emperor vaunted; Where every breath even now changes to “Marble I thought thee, and brickwork I ether divine.
find thee!" the Tourist may answer. 50 Come, let us go; though withal a voice
whisper, “The world that we live in, 5 Whithersoever we turn, still is the same
(Proem of Canto Second) narrow crib;
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from 'Tis but to prove limitation, and measure a
perfecter ages, cord, that we travel;
Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corLet who would 'scape and be free go to
ruption abide? his chamber and think;
Does there a spirit we know not, though 'Tis but to change idle fancies for mem
seek, though we find, comprehend not, ories wilfully falser;
Here to entice and confuse, tempt and 'Tis but to go and have been.” — Come,
evade us, abide? little bark! let us go.
Lives in the exquisite grace of the column
disjointed and single, Haunts the rude masses of brick gar
landed gaily with vine, (From Canto First, Section 11) E’en in the turret fantastic surviving that
springs from the ruin, Rome disappoints me still; but I shrink
E’en in the people itself? is it illusion or and adapt myself to it.
not? Somehow a tyrannous sense of a super
Is it illusion or not that attracteth the incumbent oppression
pilgrim transalpine, Still, wherever I go, accompanies ever, and
Brings him a dullard and dunce hither makes me
to pry and to stare? Feel like a tree (shall I say?) buried
Is it illusion or not that allures the barunder a ruin of brickwork.
barian stranger, Rome, believe me, my friend, is like its
Brings him with gold to the shrine, own Monte Testaccio,
brings him in arms to the gate? Merely a marvelous mass of broken and castaway wine-pots.
THE LATEST DECALOGUE Ye gods! what do I want with this rubbish
(1862) of ages departed, Things that Nature abhors, the experi- | Thou shalt have one God only; who ments that she has failed in?
Would be at the expense of two? What do I find in the Forum ? An arch No graven images may be way and two or three pillars.
Worshipped, except the currency: Well, but St. Peter's? Alas, Bernini has Swear not at all; for, for thy curse filled it with sculpture!
Thine enemy is none the worse: No one can cavil, I grant, at the size of the At church on Sunday to attend great Coliseum.
Will serve to keep the world thy friend: Doubtless the notion of grand and capa Honor thy parents: that is, all cious and massive amusement,
From whom advancement may befall; This the old Romans had; but tell me, is Thou shalt not kill; but need'st not strive this an idea?
Officiously to keep alive: Yet of solidity much, but of splendor little Do not adultery commit; is extant:
Advantage rarely comes of it: