 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...  Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature - Pagina 4631851Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1864 - 998 pagina’s
...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,... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 1850 - 602 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... | |
 | 430 pagina’s
...— even for "peace's sake." And why should men quarrel about such matters, respecting which no one man can have more positive or certain knowledge than...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 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 228 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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 - 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... | |
 | 1851 - 588 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...light: And with no language but a cry. — Tennyson. THE words of our motto are the utterance of hope struggling through bewilderment towards confidence.... | |
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