 | Alfred Barratt - 1869 - 426 pages
...expression, to pourtray the future in words borrowed only from the past. " So runs my dream," he may say, " but what am I ?" " An infant crying in the night; " An infant crying for the light; " And with no language but a cry." No man can be dogmatic who remembers that our present ideas cannot be... | |
 | Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1870 - 842 pages
...that good shall fall At last, far off, at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. " So rnna 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 this " dream " has its nightmare. The poet is oppressed by horrible... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - 264 pages
...shall fall At last—far off—at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my fiream: but what am I? An infant crying In the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry. LIV. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave,... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1870 - 802 pages
...I. Tennyson. 0 yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill. 523 lit Mfmoriam. 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... | |
 | Francis Jacox - 1870 - 432 pages
...footing in the swelling of Jordan. Lux I tenebris—who will not prize it ? who does not need it ? For— "What am I? An infant crying in the night, An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry." An exceeding bitter cry this crying for the light sometimes is, in such... | |
 | Book - 1871 - 366 pages
...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 but a cry. 242. THE wish, that of the living whole -*- No life may fail beyond the... | |
 | 1871 - 442 pages
...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 but a cry." Voltaire himself, in a few words, rightly describes Bayle's position as... | |
 | 1871 - 910 pages
...can but 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. a In the evening, as soon as the shutters were closed and the candles were... | |
 | 1871 - 800 pages
...but God is in the light. What He is doing and what He is :going to do, we know not. What are you ? 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... | |
 | Francis Jacox - 1871 - 416 pages
...footing in the swelling of Jordan. Lux e tenebris—who will not prize it ? who does not need it ? For— ''What am I? An infant crying in the night, An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry." and with an earnestness amounting to agony, leaving their home, like the... | |
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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! Such 
