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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... "
Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature - Pagina 463
geredigeerd door - 1851
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The Princess: A Medley

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 182 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. LIT. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave...
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Janus, Lake Sonnets, Etc., and Other Poems

David Holt - 1853 - 207 pagina’s
...bourne of ease, Upon thy shining garment blossometh The amaranth of Peace. THE CRY OF THE BENIGHTED. " What am I ? " An infant crying in the night, " An...light, " And with no language but a cry." TENNYSON. j IT' ROM the world's earliest times till now, The cry that from the earth's sad brow Hath gone into...
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A cyclopędia of sacred poetical quotations, ed. by H.G. Adams

Cyclopaedia, Henry Gardiner ADAMS - 1854 - 725 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...the light; And with no language but a cry. Tennyson. In patience, then, possess thy soul, Stand still! — for while the thunders roll, Thy Saviour sees...
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Alexandria and Her Schools: Four Lectures Delivered at the Philosophical ...

Charles Kingsley - 1854 - 172 pagina’s
...light—by no means, certainly, like that noble one in Tennyson's In Memoriam:— 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. Yet he asks for light: perhaps he had settled already for himself—like...
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The Testimony of the Poets

Epes Sargent - 1854 - 360 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. m. O THOU that after toil and storm May'st seem to have reached a purer...
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Witnesses to the Truth: Containing Passages from Distinguished Authors ...

John Wesley Hanson - 1854 - 185 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." And again : "That God which ever lives and loves, One God, one law, one...
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Brownson's quarterly review

1855
...style and manner. We begin with the first chapter, Has Man a Destiny? "'But what am I? An infant in the night ; An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.' — TENNYSON. " Every man that is born into life has for his task to find his destiny, or to make one. This he must...
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Brownson's Quarterly Review

Orestes Augustus Brownson - 1855
...and manner. We begin with the first chapter, Has Man a Destiny? " ' But what am I ? An infant in the night; An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.' — TENNYSON. " Every man that is born into life has for his task to find his destiny, or to make one. This he must...
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The Harp and the Cross: A Collection of Religious Poetry

1857 - 348 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. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, —...
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Mercersburg Review, Volume 10

1858
...inward moan in groaniugs that cannot be uttered. " Behold ! We know not any thing. 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." "Light, more light," were the last words, it is said, of the dying Goethe."...
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