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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 Canadian Monthly and National Review, Volume 8

Graeme Mercer Adam, George Stewart - 1875
...now as ever. Go where we will, an ocean of mystery flows around the ground of our knowledge. " But what am I ? An infant crying in the night, An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.2 From mystery we pass to mystery, flashing into consciousness in this world...
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The Poets' [afterw.] Lloyd's magazine [ed. by L. Loyd].

Leonard Lloyd
...fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter turn 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. These utterances are a fuller development of the question touched upon...
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Maxims and Epigrams

Orlando Wright - 1876 - 118 pagina’s
...AND EPIGRAMS, BT ORLANDO WRIGHT, AUTHOR OF " CLIFTON' GREEN," A POEM, ETC. " So rims my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light, And with no languageJt^JLcry."— TENHYSON. LONDON: ELLIOT STOCK, 62, PATEBNOSTER ROW, BG TO THE EIGHT...
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Songs of Three Centuries

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1876
...fall At last — far oif— at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my drenm : 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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Religion and Progress: An Essay

Henry C. Pedder - 1876 - 82 pagina’s
...which he is surrounded : *"Thy will be done." — Matthew, xxvi. 42. RELIGION AND PEOG It ESS . 69 "But what am I? An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light; And with no language but a cry." In another sense, and that, perhaps, the most important, it suggests the...
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A dictionary of poetical illustrations

Robert Aitkin Bertram - 1877
...At last— far-off— at last, to all— And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream ; but e 1541. GOOD: seldom valued. LITTLE knows Any, but God alone, to value right The good before him, but...
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Carleton's Hand-book of Popular Quotations

G.W. Carleton & Co - 1877 - 340 pagina’s
...begius. POLLOK, Course, of Time. — The mother of misery. — BURTON, Anatomy of Melancholy. Infant— What am I ? An INFANT crying in the night : An infant...light : And with no language but a cry. — TENNYSON, In Memoriam. Inhumanity. — Man's INHUMANITY to man Makes countless thousands mourn. BURNS, Jfan wat...
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Charles Kingsley: His Letters and Memoires of His Life, Volume 1

Charles Kingsley - 1877 - 496 pagina’s
...years of his life to fight through, may well take you as many. It took me more ; and even now .... What am I ? ' An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light ; And with no language but a cry.' " But as far as I do see through a glass darkly, I am bound to speak boldly....
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The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 409 pagina’s
...fall At last— far off— at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So rnus my dream : hnt what am I '. An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no langnage hnt a err. XLIX. Liv. Tus wish, that of the living whole No life may fall heyond the...
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Brighter than the sun; or, Christ the light of the world, a life of our Lord

John Ross MacDuff - 1877 - 433 pagina’s
...with a higher meaning to his beautiful emblem : — these saintly, saddened, earnest hearts were like I "An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for THE LIGHT ; And with no language but a cry." * i Mary was the first to be told " He is indeed coming at last." Hers...
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