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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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Place of Mathematics in University Education: Inaugural Address of Charlton ...

Charlton Thomas Lewis - 1859 - 26 pagina’s
...them all. Yes, the way is preparing ; the world is ripening for her sway ! — " 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 this I know, whether or not my answer be good and true, humanity's...
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Sir Walter Raleigh and His Time, with Other Papers

Charles Kingsley - 1859 - 461 pagina’s
...— 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 —...
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ESSAYS IN BIOGRAPHY CRITICISM

PETER BAYNE - 1860
...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 the next, the spirit of man rises up indignant against the idea that...
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Methodist Review, Volume 42

1860
...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 wait for our Dante and our Milton, who shall pour their alabaster...
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The Christian observer [afterw.] The Christian observer and advocate

1860
...been well satisfied to abide in the same resting-place.' He said, and they said, in 1849 : — " but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry." And, in 1860, they remain infants still. Is this consistent with a real,...
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The Harp and the Cross: A Collection of Religious Poetry

Stephen G. Bulfinch - 1861
...last, — far oft', — 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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Poetical Works, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861
...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, Derives...
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The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc ..., Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861
...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, Derives...
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The Complete Works of Richard Sibbes, D.D.: The faithful covenanter

Richard Sibbes - 1863
...the father or mother, there is relief presently for the very cry.' Tennyson has finely put this : — •What am I? An infant crying in the night, An infant crying for the light, * And with no language hut a cry.' — In Memoriam, liii. (4) P. 96.—' As Tertullian saith, ..." When men...
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the poetical works of alfred tennyson

alfred tennyson - 1862
...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. LIY. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave,...
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