 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
 | Richard Sibbes - 1863 - 576 pagina’s
...the father or mother, there is relief presently for tie 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 but a cry.' — In Memoriam, liii. (b) P. 96. — * As Tertullian saith, ..." When... | |
 | 1863 - 220 pagina’s
...last, to all, And every winter change to spring. 40 Evil shall end in Good. 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... | |
 | Andrew Kennedy Hutchison Boyd - 1863 - 358 pagina’s
...cannot tell its needs ; for true, as beautiful, are the words of the poet : — " 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." There was a man who once said, that he was the best-abused man in Britain.... | |
 | Andrew Kennedy Hutchison Boyd - 1863 - 338 pagina’s
...cannot tell its needs ; for true, as beautiful, are the words of the poet : — " 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." There was a man who once said, that he was the best-abused man in Britain.... | |
 | Norman Macleod - 1863 - 338 pagina’s
...desire Is shrivelFd in a pent-up fire, Or but subserves another's gain. * * * * " 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 falter where I firmly trod ; And falling with my weight of... | |
 | 1863 - 52 pagina’s
...solution. He finds no answer. His soul, whelmed with doubt, can only fall in the dust, and exclaim, "What am I? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry." Wearied with these dark speculations, he returns, to hold converse with... | |
 | Andrew Kennedy Hutchison Boyd - 1863 - 332 pagina’s
...cannot tell its needs ; for true, as beautiful, are the words of the poet : — " So rims 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." There was a man who once said, that he was the best-abused man in Britain.... | |
 | Eliza Woodson Burhans Farnham - 1864 - 484 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. ******* " I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares,... | |
 | Robert DEUCHAR - 1864 - 374 pagina’s
...seek and ye shall find, &c., for every one that asketh receiveth, and every one who seeketh * "But what am I? An infant crying in the night, An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry." PB. xl., cxlii, findeth." " If ye, being evil, know how to give good gifts... | |
 | 1865 - 826 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." Meanwhile, let us discharge those duties which belong to the present,... | |
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