Arthur Hugh Clough
Arthur Hugh Clough Poems
|1.||Across The Sea Along The Shore||1/3/2003|
|2.||Ah! Yet Consider It Again!||1/3/2003|
|3.||All Is Well||1/3/2003|
|4.||Amours De Voyage, Canto I||1/3/2003|
|5.||Amours De Voyage, Canto Ii||1/3/2003|
|6.||Amours De Voyage, Canto Iii||1/3/2003|
|7.||Amours De Voyage, Canto Iv||1/3/2003|
|8.||Amours De Voyage, Canto V||1/3/2003|
|11.||How In All Wonder...||1/3/2003|
|12.||In A Lecture Room||1/3/2003|
|13.||In A London Square||1/3/2003|
|14.||In The Depths||1/3/2003|
|16.||Perché Pensa? Pensando S'Invecchia||1/3/2003|
|17.||Qua Cursum Ventus||1/3/2003|
|18.||Say Not The Struggle Naught Availeth||1/4/2003|
|19.||Spectator Ab Extra||4/19/2010|
|20.||The Latest Decalogue||1/3/2003|
|21.||The Thread Of Truth||1/3/2003|
|22.||There Is No God, The Wicked Sayeth||1/3/2003|
|23.||Through A Glass Darkly||1/3/2003|
|24.||Where Lies The Land To Which The Ship Would Go?||1/3/2003|
|25.||With Whom Is No Variableness, Neither Shadow Of Turning||1/3/2003|
|26.||Ye Flags Of Picadilly||1/3/2003|
There Is No God, The Wicked Sayeth
"There is no God," the wicked saith,
"And truly it's a blessing,
For what He might have done with us
It's better only guessing."
"There is no God," a youngster thinks,
"or really, if there may be,
He surely did not mean a man
Always to be a baby."
"There is no God, or if there is,"
The tradesman thinks, "'twere funny
If He should take it ill in me
To make a little money."
"Whether there be," the rich man says,
"It matters very little,
For I and mine, thank somebody,
Are not in want of victual."
Some others, also, to ...
In The Depths
It is not sweet content, be sure,
That moves the nobler Muse to song,
Yet when could truth come whole and pure
From hearts that inly writhe with wrong?
'T is not the calm and peaceful breast
That sees or reads the problem true;
They only know, on whom 't has prest
Too hard to hope to solve it too.