Maxioms by Arthur Hugh Clough
Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,
And yet consider it again!
Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,
And yet consider it again!
Where lies the land, to which the ship would go?Far, far ahead is all, her seamen know.And where the land read more
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.
What voice did on my spirit fall,
Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost?
'Tis better to have read more
What voice did on my spirit fall,
Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost?
'Tis better to have fought and lost
That never to have fought at all!
Thou shalt not covet; but tradition approves all forms of competition.
Thou shalt not covet; but tradition approves all forms of competition.
Old things need not be therefore true,
O brother men, nor yet the new;
Ah! still awhile read more
Old things need not be therefore true,
O brother men, nor yet the new;
Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,
And yet consider it again!
