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Dance on, dance on, we see, we seeYouth goes, alack, and with it glee,A boy the old man ne’er can be;Maternal thirty scarce can findThe sweet sixteen long left behind.
Arthur Hugh Clough
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For while the tired waves vainly breakingSeem here no painful inch to gain,Far back, through creeks and inlets making,Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
Arthur Hugh Clough
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In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,But westward, look, the land is bright.
Arthur Hugh Clough
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Thy duty do? rejoined the voice,Ah, do it, do it, and rejoice;But shalt thou then, when all is done,Enjoy a love, embrace a beautyLike these, that may be seen and wonIn life, whose course will then be run;Or wilt thou be where there is none?I know not, I will do my duty.
Arthur Hugh Clough
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When panting sighs the bosom fill,And hands by chance united thrillAt once with one delicious painThe pulses and the nerves of twain;When eyes that erst could meet with ease,Do seek, yet, seeking, shyly shunEcstatic conscious unison,-The sure beginnings, say, be thesePrelusive to the strain of loveWhich angels sing in heaven above?
Arthur Hugh Clough
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Loving-if the answering breastSeem 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!
Arthur Hugh Clough
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No graven images may beWorshipped, except the currency.
Arthur Hugh Clough
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Thought may well be ever ranging,And opinion ever changing,Task-work be, though ill begun,Dealt with by experience better;By the law and by the letterDuty done is duty doneDo it, Time is on the wing!
Arthur Hugh Clough
