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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 Unseen World in the Light of the Cross

Theophilus Stork - 1871 - 173 pagina’s
...primitive purity and apostolic consistency. VII. THE UNSEEN WORLD. 87 VII. THE UNSEEN WORLD. ". . . .But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry." THROUGH all the past, men of every degree of culture and every form of...
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The Gentleman's Magazine, Volume 231

1871
...but trust that good shall fall, at last — far off — atjast, and every winter have its spring. 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 evening, as soon as the shutters were closed and the candles were...
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The Southern Review, Volume 9;Volume 12;Volume 15

1871
...'but God is in the light. What He is doing and what He is igoing to do, we know not. What are you 1 What am I \ " An infant crying in the night, An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry." 'The morning will come. We shall see that what frightened us in the night...
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The book of prayer and praise, for public and private worship, in fourteen ...

Book - 1871
...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. 242. HTHE wish, that of the living whole -*- No life may fail beyond the...
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The Works of Alfred Tennyson ...: In memoriam and Maud

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872
...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. LV. HE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave,...
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The Valley of Poppies, Volume 1

Joseph Hatton - 1872
...trust that good shall fall, at last — far off — at last, and every winter have its spring. '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 evening, as soon as the shutters were closed and the candles were...
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New Cyclopaedia of Poetical Illustrations: Adapted to Christian Teaching ...

1872 - 696 pagina’s
...last — far-off — at last, to all — And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream ; but l laws; But martyrs struggle for a brighter prize, And win it with more pain. Their with no language but a cry. Alfred Tennijion. 1541. GOOD, Unexpected. But what of all the joys of jcarth...
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Mental Medicine: A Theoretical and Practical Treatise on Medical Psychology

Warren Felt Evans - 1873 - 206 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...light : And with no language but a cry." TENNYSON. CHAPTER X. THE DUALITY OF THE MIND AND BODY, AND THE POSITIVE AND NEGATIVE DISTINCTION IN THE PSYCHIC...
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Popular Objections to Revealed Truth: Considered in a Series of Lectures ...

1873 - 345 pagina’s
...other times it cannot advance beyond that which the poet laureate describes : " 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, friends, when the baby cries, the mother's arms are stretched forth...
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The Blue and Gold, Volume 15

1888
...name upon a lie just made, To turn a penny in the way of trade." — Cowper. H— Y E. M E.— " But what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant...light : And with no language but a cry." — Tennyson. WE P R. — "This Senior — Junior, giant-dwarf." — Shakespeare, C — s W — YR — D. — " Then...
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