 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
 | 1873 - 378 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... | |
 | 1888 - 326 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | Isabel Reaney - 1874 - 310 pagina’s
...in words, the feeling that Tennyson so well defines in his ' In Memoriam,' where he says — ' But what am I ? An infant crying in the night An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry ?' Then first I, in my need, learnt the full meaning of St. Augustine's... | |
 | William Cleaver Wilkinson - 1874 - 360 pagina’s
...instinctively when we hear a soul benighted wailing in the voice of reverence and prayer : — but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry. It wonderfully relieves our sympathy of its burden when berating takes... | |
 | Popular objections - 1874 - 380 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... | |
 | Caroline Thompson - 1874 - 366 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. IN MEMOBIAM. LIFE is a great reality. And death is another. People are... | |
 | Mary Wilder Tileston - 1874 - 200 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. ALFRRD TRNNYSON. COMPENSATION. •" I ^EARS wash away the atoms of the... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1874 - 798 pagina’s
...Act v. Sc. I. O yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill. In Memoriam. liii. But what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry. Ibid. liii. So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single... | |
 | John Murdoch - 1875 - 366 pagina’s
...have pity on me." Apart from revelation, man is left in the condition described by Tennyson : — " What am I ? An infant crying in the night, An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry." Bacon says, " Sacred theology must be drawn from the Word of God, not... | |
 | E. W., Edward Wynne - 1875 - 424 pagina’s
...of our commission. Then all comfort lost, as carried about by every wind of doctrine, we exclaim But what am I, An infant crying in the night, An infant crying for the light, And with 110 language but a cry. (2.) Thus we shall be successful in our ministry. All look for success... | |
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