In A Lecture Room Poem by Arthur Hugh Clough

In A Lecture Room

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Away, haunt thou me not,
Thou vain Philosophy!
Little hast thou bestead,
Save to perplex the head,
And leave the spirit dead.
Unto thy broken cisterns wherefore go,
While from the secret treasure-depths below,
Fed by the skyey shower,
And clouds that sink and rest on hilltops high,
Wisdom at once, and Power,
Are welling, bubbling forth, unseen, incessantly?
Why labor at the dull mechanic oar,
When the fresh breeze is blowing,
And the strong current flowing,
Right onward to the Eternal Shore?

Chukwuebuka Adebayo 08 November 2018

All These things we see are passing away, vanity of philosophies, vanity of wisdoms, vanity of vanities, we are all passing away with it.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 08 November 2018

Such a great write by Arthur Hugh Clough..........................

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Edward Kofi Louis 08 November 2018

Clouds that sink! ! With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Savita Tyagi 08 November 2019

Great poem. Philosophy can not be constructed just by mind alone. It must be backed by calls from a higher spirit.

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Kingsley Egbukole 08 November 2019

An interesting write up. Thanks for sharing.

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Dominic Windram 08 November 2019

As a philosophy graduate I can relate to this poem. Indeed, it does seem to, ' perplex the head/ And leave the spirit dead..' I rarely study it these days. Currently my focus is firmly on creativity...poetry.

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Lungelo S Mbuyazi 08 November 2018

Such a nice write here... so enjoyable in reading

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Nadia Umber Lodhi 08 November 2018

the strong current flowing, Right onward to the Eternal Shore

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