However it got there, deprive who could Wring from the shrine my precious tenantry, Helen, Ulysses, Hector and his Spouse, Achilles and his Friend?--though Wolf -ah, Wolf! Why must he needs come doubting, spoil a dream? But then, "No dream's worth waking"Browning says: And here's the reason why I tell thus much. I, now mature man, you anticipate, And only by such slow and sure degrees Permitting me to sift the grain from chaff, Get truth and falsehood known and named as such. Why did he ever let me dream at all, Not bid me taste the story in its strength? Suppose my childhood was scarce qualified To rightly understand mythology, Silence at least was in his power to keep: I might have-somehow-correspondingly Well, who knows by what method, gained my gains, Been taught, by forthrights not meanderings, My aim should be to loathe, like Peleus' The Ethics"? In translation, if you please, Exact, no pretty lying that improves, To suit the modern taste: no more, no less- The "Ethics: " 't is a treatise I find hard To read aright now that my hair is gray, And I can manage the original. At five years old--how ill had fared its leaves ! Now, growing double o'er the Stagirite, At least I soil no page with bread and milk. Nor crumple, dogs-ear and deface-boys' CLOUGH LIST OF REFERENCES EDITIONS Poems, with Memoir by Charles Eliot Norton, Ticknor & Fields, 1862. Poems and Prose Remains, with Memoir by Mrs. Clough, 2 volumes, London, 1869. Poems, 1 volume, The Macmillan Company. Selections from the Poems, 1 volume (Golden Treasury Series). Prose Remains, 1 volume, The Macmillan Company. * BIOGRAPHY AND REMINISCENCES Memoirs by C. E. Norton and by Mrs. Clough, in the editions above mentioned. SHAIRP (J. C.), Portraits of Friends. CRITICISM BAGEHOT (W.), Literary Studies, Vol. II. BIJVANCK (W. G. C.). Poezie en Leven in de 19de Eeuw: Studien op het Gebied der Letterkunde, Haarlem, 1889. DOWDEN (E.), Studies in Literature: Transcendental Movement in Literature. HUDSON (W. H.), Studies in Interpretation, *HUTTON (R. H.), Literary Studies. MABIE (H. W.), My Study Fire, Second Series. OLIPHANT (Margaret), Victorian Age of Literature. PATMORE (C.), Principle in Art. PERRY (T. S.), In Atlantic Monthly, 1875, p. 409. ROBERTSON (J. M.), New Essays Towards a Critical Method. STEDMAN (E. C.), Victorian Poets, p. 243-4. WADDINGTON (S.), Arthur Hugh Clough, a Monograph. WARD (T. H.), English Poets. ARMSTRONG (R. A.), Faith and Doubt. MACDONALD (G.), England's Antiphon. SCUDDER (V. D.), Life of the Spirit. SEEBURG (L.), Ueber A. H. Clough. SHARP (Amy), Victorian Poets. SWANWICK (A.), Poets the Interpreters of their Age. TRIBUTES IN VERSE ARNOLD, The Scholar Gypsey; Thyrsis. * LOWELL, Agassiz: Section III. CLOUGH IN A LECTURE-ROOM AWAY, haunt thou not me, Unto thy broken cisterns wherefore go, While from the secret treasure-depths below, Fed by the skiey shower, And clouds that sink and rest on hilltops high, Wisdom at once, and Power, Why labor at the dull mechanic oar, BLANK MISGIVINGS How often sit I, poring o'er My strange distorted youth, Seeking in vain, in all my store, One feeling based on truth; Amid the maze of petty life, A clue whereby to move, A spot whereon in toil and strife To dare to rest and love. So constant as my heart would be, So fickle as it must, 1849. 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. But O blithe breeze; and O great seas, Though ne'er, that earliest parting past, On your wide plain they join again, One port, methought, alike they sought, And His immediate presence He 66 In joy and hasty fear, He is!" aloud replied the crowd, Is here, and here, and here." "He is! They are!" in distance seen On yon Olympus high, In those Avernian woods abide 66 They are! They are!"-to every show Its eyes the baby turned, And blazes sacrificial, tall, On thousand altars burned: God spake it out, "I, God, am One;" Have dogged the growing man: God said that God is One, By Science strict so speaks He now Earth goes by chemic forces; Heaven's And heart and mind of human kind Is this a Voice, as was the Voice, The ancient truth of God? Ah, not the Voice; 'tis but the cloud, Where image none, nor e'er was seen "Tis but the cloudy darkness dense Is there no prophet-soul the while Within the shroud of blackest cloud 'Midst atheistic systems dark, And darker hearts' despair, That soul has heard perchance His word, |