 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
 | 1871 - 800 oldal
...'but God is in the light. What He is doing and what He is igoing to do, we know not. What are you 1 What am I \ " An infant crying in the night, An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry." 'The morning will come. We shall see that what frightened us in the night... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - 330 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. LV. HE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave,... | |
 | 1872 - 710 oldal
...that good shall fall At last — far-off — at last, to all — And every winter change to spring. ets of liberty and equal laws; But martyrs struggle...brighter prize, And win it with more pain. Their with no language but a cry. Alfred Tennijion. 1541. GOOD, Unexpected. But what of all the joys of jcarth... | |
 | Joseph Hatton - 1872 - 284 oldal
...but trust that good shall fall, at last — far off — at last, and every winter have its spring. 'But what am I? An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.' In the evening, as soon as the shutters were closed and the candles were... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872 - 360 oldal
...flu) At last— Tar off— at last, to all. And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : bnt 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 fall heyond the grave,... | |
 | 1873 - 378 oldal
...to some deity ; at other times it cannot advance beyond that which the poet laureate describes : " 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." But, friends, when the baby cries, the mother's arms are stretched forth... | |
 | Warren Felt Evans - 1873 - 224 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." TENNYSON. CHAPTER X. THE DUALITY OF THE MIND AND BODY, AND THE POSITIVE... | |
 | Caroline Thompson - 1874 - 366 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. IN MEMOBIAM. LIFE is a great reality. And death is another. People are... | |
 | Popular objections - 1874 - 380 oldal
...appeals to some deity; at other times it cannot advance beyond that which the poet laureate describes: " 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." But, friends, when the baby cries, the mother's arms are stretched forth... | |
 | Mary Wilder Tileston - 1874 - 200 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 the light : And with no language but a cry. ALFRRD TRNNYSON. COMPENSATION. •" I ^EARS wash away the atoms of the... | |
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