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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 language... "
Clinical Voice Disorders: An Interdisciplinary Approach - Pagina 39
door Arnold Elvin Aronson - 1990 - 396 pagina’s
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Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Volume 69

1864 - 998 pagina’s
...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, Volume 20;Volume 42

1860 - 722 pagina’s
...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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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volume 21

1850 - 602 pagina’s
...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, Volume 6

430 pagina’s
...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 - 228 pagina’s
...can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, Lin. 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. 77 LIV. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the...
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In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 272 pagina’s
...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. LIV. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave,...
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The Prospective Review: A Quarterly Journal of Theology and Literature, Volume 6

1850 - 550 pagina’s
...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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The English Review, Volumes 13-14

1850 - 1050 pagina’s
...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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The Christian Examiner and Religious Miscellany, Volume 49

1850 - 546 pagina’s
...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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The Christian Examiner and Religious Miscellany, Volume 49

1850 - 608 pagina’s
...have taken up the exclamation, forced even from the somewhat transcendental poet, Tennyson, — " Whnt 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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