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" Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last— far off— at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light, And with no... "
Essays and Studies Presented to William Ridgeway ... on His Sixtieth ... - 22. lappuse
laboja - 1914 - 656 lapas
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Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, 69. sējums

1864 - 998 lapas
...hills? Or will good be the final goal of ill ? Will God refuse to destroy one life that he has made ? So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying...in the night ; An infant crying for the light ; And with no language but a cry.' These, and such as these, are the questions which assail the modern poet,...
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The Methodist Quarterly Review, 20. sējums;42. sējums

1860 - 722 lapas
...genius the cross of Christ. Tennyson's painful confession leaps unwittingly from all their lips : " But what am I ? An infant crying in the night; An infant crying for the light ; And with no language but a cry '." We Trait for our Dante and our Milton, who shall pour their alabaster...
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New Englander and Yale Review, 8. sējums

Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1850 - 678 lapas
...that good shall fall At last, — far off, — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. " So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for a light : And with no language but a cry." The above quotation may be supposed to...
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The New Englander, 8. sējums

1850 - 676 lapas
...that good shall fall At last, — far off, — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. " So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for a light : And with no language but a cry." The above quotation may be supposed to...
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, 21. sējums

1850 - 602 lapas
...trust that good shall fall At last— far off— at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying...in the night ; An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry." — p. 77. This subservience of Knowledge to Faith appears from first...
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Eliza Cook's journal, 6. sējums

430 lapas
...matters, respecting which no one man can have more positive or certain knowledge than any other man ? What am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but & cry ! TKNNVSON. Sterling read many German books at this time, such as Tholuck...
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In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 236 lapas
...know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far on0 — at last, to all, 76 So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying...in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language hut a cry. 77 LIT. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the...
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The Prospective Review: A Quarterly Journal of Theology and ..., 6. sējums

1850 - 550 lapas
...trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying...in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry." — P. 77. This subservience of Knowledge to Faith appears from first...
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In Memoriam, 1. izdevums

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 228 lapas
...know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, 7'i So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying...in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry. LIV. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave...
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The Christian Examiner and Religious Miscellany, 49. sējums

1850 - 546 lapas
...exclamation, forced even from the somewhat transcendental poet, Tennyson, — 328 Modern Skepticism. [Nov. " What am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry !" We have climbed over the ridges of lofty mountains, and walked at the...
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