that to do one's duty "is good, though there is better than it." Often the failure to find the "better" leads to a sense of the painful futility of existence, as in ''To spend uncounted years of pain," which expresses the frustration of forever fearing "the premature result to draw" and so acting on a false basis. Unlike the Romantic poets, Clough certainly did not believe that a true basis could be found within the self, where he doubted his ability to find even "one feeling based on truth" ("How often sit I, poring o'er"). And in "Is it true, ye gods, who treat us" he suggested that poetic inspiration is no more than a "Peculiar confirmation, / Constitution, and condition / Of the brain and of the belly." Not surprisingly, Cloughs distrust of poetic inspiration coupled with his sense of the need to leave all questions open made him a deeply ironic, and occasionally satiric poet. Frequently, his satire was a blatant and bitter mockery of contemporary life, as in "In the Great Metropolis," "Dutythat's to say complying," and "The Latest Decalogue," a witty updating of the Ten Commandments that decrees, for example, that "No graven images may be / Worshipped, except the currency."
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Although still not as widely read as they deserve to be, Clough's major poetic achievements were his long poems, The Botbie of Tober-Na-Vuolich, Amours de Voyage , and Dipsychus all of which brilliantly combine his questioning temperament, his analyses of the malaise of contemporary life, his doubts about all things, including the self, and his corrosive irony. Through such characters as the "Tutor, the grave man, nicknamed Adam," Philip Hewson, "the Chartist, the poet, the eloquent speaker," and various other students, The Bothie an account of an Oxford reading party spending the long vacation in Scotlanddiscusses all manner of contemporary issues, particularly concerning the relations among the social classes and between the sexes. The dialogic structure enabled Clough to take a number of perspectives on the central actionPhilip's falling in love with a peasant girl and eventually marrying her. Adam, who has much in common with Clough, is sympathetic, but inclined to fight God's fight in the battles of modern life, while maintaining the distinctions of class: "Let us to Providence trust, and abide and work in our stations." But Hewson, who has still more in common with Clough, doubts the possibility of discerning a providential scheme: "I am sorry to say your Providence puzzles me sadly." For Hewson, as for Clough, the difficulty was to find the battle at all, to identify a cause to fight for: "Neither battle I see, nor arraying, nor King in Israel, / Only infinite jumble and mess and dislocation."
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