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Arthur Hugh Clough. (1819–1861) (continued)

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    For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
  Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back, through creeks and inlets making,
  Comes silent flooding in, the main.

Say not the Struggle Naught availeth.

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Grace is given of God but knowledge is bought in the market.

Bothie of Tober-na-Vuolich.

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There is a great Field-Marshal, my friend, who arrays our battalions;
Let us to Providence trust, and abide and work in our stations.

Bothie of Tober-na-Vuolich.

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A world where nothing is had for nothing.

Bothie of Tober-na-Vuolich.

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    As ships becalmed at eve, that lay
  With canvas drooping, side by side,
Two towers of sail, at dawn of day
  Are scarce, long leagues apart, descried. 1

As ships becalmed.

Charles Kingsley. (1819–1875)

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    O Mary, go and call the cattle home,
  And call the cattle home,
And call the cattle home,
  Across the sands o’ Dee!

The Sands of Dee.

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The cruel crawling foam.

The Sands of Dee.

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Men must work, and women must weep.
And there’s little to earn and many to keep,
And the harbor bar is moaning.

The three Fishers.

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    Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;
  Do noble things, not dream them, all day long:
And so make life, death, and that vast forever
      One grand sweet song.

A Farewell.

Note 1.
Longfellow: Ships that Pass in the Night, page 644. [back]

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