Arthur Hugh Cloughwas an English poet, an educationalist, and the devoted assistant to ground-breaking nurse Florence Nightingale. He was the brother of suffragist Anne Clough, who became principal of Newnham College, Cambridge... (wikipedia)
Where lies the land, to which the ship would go? Far, far ahead is all, her seamen know. And where the land she travels from? Away, far far behind, is all that they can say.
Shady in Latin, said Lindsay, but topping in Plays and Aldrich.
Good are the Ethics, I wis; good absolute, not for me, though; / Good, too, Logic, of course; in itself, but not in fine weather.
Whither depart the souls of the brave that die in the battle, / Die in the lost, lost fight, for the cause that perishes with them?
Well, I know, after all, it is only juxtaposition, - / Juxtaposition, in short; and what is juxtaposition?
Thou shalt not covet, but tradition approves of all forms of competition
This world is very odd we see, We do not comprehend it; But in one fact we all agree, God won't, and we can't mend it
Action will furnish belief, - but will that belief be the true one? / This is the point, you know.
Still more plain the Tutor, the grave man, nicknamed Adam, / White-tied, clerical, silent, with antique square-cut waistcoat / Formal, unchanged, of black cloth, but with sense and feeling beneath it.
How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho! / How pleasant it is to have money.
And not by eastern windows only, / When daylight comes, comes in the light, / In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly, / But westward, look, the land is bright.