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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 Complete Works of Richard Sibbes, D.D.

Richard Sibbes - 1863
...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...
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Poems of Religious Sorrow, Comfort, Counsel and Aspiration

Francis James Child - 1863 - 204 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...
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The Graver Thoughts of a Country Parson

Andrew Kennedy Hutchison Boyd - 1863 - 307 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....
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The Graver Thoughts of a Country Parson

Andrew Kennedy Hutchison Boyd - 1863 - 307 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....
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Parish Papers

Norman Macleod - 1863
...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...
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The Yale Literary Magazine, Volume 29,Nummer 2

1863
...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...
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THE GRAVER THOUGHTS OF A COUNTRY PARSON.

1863
...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....
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Woman and Her Era

Eliza Wood Farnham - 1864
...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,...
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A Brief Review of Ancient and Modern Philosophy, in its connection with ...

Robert DEUCHAR - 1864 - 307 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...
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The Christian spectator. New ser. [of The Monthly Christian ..., Volume 6

1865
...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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