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Title: Amours de Voyage

Author: Arthur Hugh Clough

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AMOURS DE VOYAGE

Arthur Hugh Clough

1903 Macmillan edition

Oh, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio,
And taste with a distempered appetite!
--Shakspeare

Il doutait de tout, meme de l'amour.
--French Novel

Solvitur ambulando.
Solutio Sophismatum.

Flevit amores
Non elaboratum ad pedem.

--Horace

AMOURS DE VOYAGE.

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 th