GEORGE AUGUSTUS CLOUGHA NATIVE OF LIVERPOOL,DIED SUDDENLY OF "STRANGER'S FEVER"NOV'R 5th 1843AGED 22He died of "Stranger's ...
"`I can't get out', said the starling."Sterne's `Sentimental Journey'.Forever the impenetrable wallOf self confines my poor ...
Throughout the echoing chambers of my brainI hear your words in mournful cadence tollLike some slow passing-bell which warns the soulOf sundering dark...
I learnt to write to you in happier days,And every letter was a piece I chippedFrom off my heart, a fragment newly clippedFrom the mosaic of life; its...
All night I wrestled with a memoryWhich knocked insurgent at the gates of thought.The crumbled wreck of years behind has wroughtIts disillusion; now I...
How empty seems the town now you are gone!A wilderness of sad streets, where gaunt wallsHide nothing to desire; sunshine fallsEery, distorted, as it l...
My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the stringsVibrate most readily to minor chords,Searching and sad; my mind is stuffed with wordsWhich voice the passi...
I do not care to talk to you althoughYour speech evokes a thousand sympathies,And all my being's silent harmoniesWake trembling into music. When y...
What torture lurks within a single thoughtWhen grown too constant, and however kind,However welcome still, the weary mindAches with its presence. Dull...
I ask but one thing of you, only one,That always you will be my dream of you;That never shall I wake to find untrueAll this I have believed and rested...