 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1995 - 244 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. IV The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave,... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 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. I will not shut me from my kind, And, lest I stiffen into stone, I will... | |
 | David Curzon - 1996 - 216 pagina’s
...fall At last— far off— at last, to all, And every Winter turn 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. We cry out for comfort and enlightenment, but to articulate this yearning... | |
 | Henry H. Brown - 1996 - 114 pagina’s
...they do not know what they are longing for, they cannot find expression for their desire. . . . . "And what am I ? An infant crying in the night, An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry." And yet Tennyson continued to voice his love-longing. He says : I do but... | |
 | David Curzon - 1996 - 216 pagina’s
...shall fall At last—far off—at last, to all, And every Winter turn 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. We cry out for comfort and enlightenment, but to articulate this yearning... | |
 | Dan Wakefield - 1997 - 272 pagina’s
...remember: I can but trust that good shall fall At last far off, at last to allSo 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 I did have more language than a cry, I had the language of prayer,... | |
 | Thomas Scovel - 1998 - 154 pagina’s
...data. As Tennyson puts it, our first efforts at speech are not words but cries: 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. So pervasive is the common perception that the crying of a baby conveys... | |
 | Connie Robertson - 1998 - 686 pagina’s
...Memoriam AHH Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill. 11564 In Memoriam AHH But , 0+ with no language but a cry. 1 1565 In Memoriam AHH The great world's altar-stairs That slope through... | |
 | Philip A. Verhalen - 1998 - 250 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. Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) PRAYER ONE Let It Be Forgotten The discipline... | |
 | Mary Oliver - 1998 - 212 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. From Romeo and Juliet ACT 1, SCENE 5 William Shakespeare Romeo. If I profane... | |
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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... 
