The Poems and Prose Remains of Arthur Hugh Clough

The Poems and Prose Remains of Arthur Hugh Clough

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 edition. Excerpt: ...man revealing. Duly there they bathed and daily, the twain or the trio, . Where in the morning was custom, where over a ledge of granite ' Into a granite basin the amber torrent descended; Beautiful, very, to gaze in ere plunging; beautiful also, Perfect as picture, as vision entrancing that comes to the sightless, Through the great granite jambs the stream, the glen, and the mountain, Beautiful, seen by snatches in intervals of dressing, Mor n after morn, unsought for, recurring; themselves too seeming Not as spectators, accepted into it, immingled, as truly Part of it as are the kine in the field lying there by the birches. So they bathed, they read, they roamed in glen and forest; ' Far amid blackest pines to the waterfalls they shadow, Far up the long, long glen to the loch, and the loch beyond it, Deep, under huge red cliffs, a secret: and oft by the star-light, . Or the aurora perchance, racing home for the eight o'clock mutton. So they bathed, and read, and roamed in heathery Highland; There in the joy of their life and glory of shooting-jackets Bathed and read and roamed, and looked no more for Philip. List to a letter that came from Philip at Balloch to Adam. I am here, O my friend l--idle, but learning wisdom.. Doing penance, you think; content, if so, in my penance. Often I find myself saying, while watching in dance or on horseback One that is here, in her freedom, and grace, and imperial sweetness, Often I find myself saying, old faith and doctrine ab-juring, Into the crucible casting philosophies, facts, convictions, -Were it not well that the stem should be naked of leaf and of tendril, Poverty-stricken, the barest, the dismallest stick of the garden; Flowerless, leafless, unlovely, for ninety-and-nine long summers, So...show more

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  • Paperback | 118 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 6mm | 227g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236764323
  • 9781236764324