 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...  A Campaigner at Home - 62. oldalszerző: Sir John Skelton - 1865 - 367 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | 1864 - 998 oldal
...suffer'd countless ills, Who battled for the True, the Just, Be blown about the desert dust, Or feeal'd within the iron hills? Or will good be the final goal...agitation into his work which did not disturb the the serene security of Dante. Nor is this all. The world which is (or, to speak more accurately, the... | |
 | 1860 - 722 oldal
...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... | |
 | 1850 - 676 oldal
...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... | |
 | 1850 - 602 oldal
...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... | |
 | 430 oldal
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 236 oldal
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 228 oldal
...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... | |
 | 1850 - 550 oldal
...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... | |
 | 1850 - 1050 oldal
...form?" This, at all events, does not look very much like it ! (p. 77) :— " So runs my dream : lut what am I ? — An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry !" This does not seem the plenitude of self-contented faith and reason !... | |
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