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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... "
A Campaigner at Home - 62. oldal
szerző: Sir John Skelton - 1865 - 367 oldal
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Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, 69. kötet

1864
...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...

The Methodist Quarterly Review

1860
...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...

New Englander and Yale Review, 8. kötet

Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1850
...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...

The New Englander, 8. kötet

1850
...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...

The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, 21. kötet

1850
...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...

Eliza Cook's journal, 6. kötet

...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...

In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 210 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...

In Memoriam, 1. kiadás

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 210 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...

The Christian teacher. [Continued as] The Prospective review, ed. by J ...

National review - 1850
...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...

The Christian Examiner and Religious Miscellany

Alvan Lamson, Ezra Stiles Gannett, George Putnam, George Edward Ellis - 1850
...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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