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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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Waking and working: or from girlhood to womanhood

Isabel Reaney - 1874 - 258 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...
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A Free Lance in the Field of Life and Letters

William Cleaver Wilkinson - 1874 - 340 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...
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Popular objections to revealed truth, considered in a ser. of lectures

Popular objections - 1874
...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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St. Erle

Caroline Thompson - 1874 - 348 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...
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Quiet Hours: A Collection of Poems

1874 - 182 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...
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Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace to Their Source Passages and ...

John Bartlett - 1874 - 778 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...
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The Indian student's manual

John Murdoch - 1875
...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...
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Homiletical Aids for the Christian Year: A Series of Outlines of Sermons for ...

Edward Wynne - 1875 - 393 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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Familiar Quotations ...

John Bartlett - 1875 - 864 pagina’s
...of Hell. ibid. Hi. O yet we trust that somehow good Will.be the final goal of ill. Ibid. 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...
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Our Poetical Favorites, Second Series: A Selection from the Best ..., Volume 2

1876 - 543 pagina’s
...I can but trust that good shall fall At last— far off— at last, to all, 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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