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Amours de Voyage

By Clough, Arthur Hugh

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Title: Amours de Voyage  
Author: Clough, Arthur Hugh
Language: English
Subject: Fiction, Poetry, Verse drama
Collections: Poetry Collection
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Publisher: World Public Library Association


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Excerpt: Canto I // Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, // Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter earth, // Come, let us go,-to a land wherein gods of the old time wandered, // Where every breath even now changes to ether divine. // Come, let us go; though withal a voice whisper, 'The world that we live in, // Whithersoever we turn, still is the same narrow crib; // 'Tis but to prove limitation, and measure a cord, that we travel; // Let who would 'scape and be free go to his chamber and think; // 'Tis but to change idle fancies for memories wilfully falser; // 'Tis but to go and have been.'-Come, little bark! let us go. // I. Claude to Eustace. // Dear Eustatio, I write that you may write me an answer, // Or at the least to put us again en rapport with each other. // Rome disappoints me much,-St Peter's, perhaps, in especial; // Only the Arch of Titus and view from the Lateran please me: // This, however, perhaps is the weather, which truly is horrid. // Greece must be better, surely; and yet I am feeling so spiteful, // That I could travel to Athens, to Delphi, and Troy, and Mount Sinai, // Though but to see with my eyes that these are vanity also. // Rome disappoints me much; I hardly as yet understand it, but // Rubbishy seems the word that most exactly would suit it. // All the foolish destructions, and all the sillier savings, // All the incongruous things of past incompatible ages, // Seem to be treasured up here to make fools of present and future. // Would to Heaven the old Goths had made a cleaner sweep of it! // Would to Heaven some new ones would come and destroy these churches! // However, one can live in Rome as also in London. // It is a blessing, no doubt, to be rid, at least for a time, of // All one's friends and relations,-yourself (forgive me!) included,- // All the assujettissement of having been what one has been, // What one thinks one is, or thinks that others suppose one...


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