 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...  College Greek Course in English - Page 111by William Cleaver Wilkinson - 1884 - 302 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1857 - 372 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. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, —... | |
 | 1858 - 664 pages
...ever maketh its inward moan in groaniugs that cannot be uttered. " Behold ! We know not any thing. 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." "Light, more light," were the last words, it is said, of the dying Goethe."... | |
 | Charlton Thomas Lewis - 1859 - 42 pages
...and foster mother of them all. Yes, the way is preparing ; the world is ripening for her sway ! — " 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 this I know, whether or not my answer be good and true, humanity's... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1859 - 474 pages
...prayer. A cry for light — by no means, certainly, like that noble one in Tennyson's In Memoriam : — 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. Yet he asks for light : perhaps he had settled already for himself —... | |
 | 1860 - 890 pages
...a wasted youth ; Forgive them where they fail in truth, And in Thy wisdom make me wise." (p. 7.) " 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." (p. 77.) " I falter where I firmly trod ; And falling with my weight of... | |
 | Peter Bayne - 1860 - 432 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." In the next, the spirit of man rises up indignant against the idea that... | |
 | 1860 - 712 pages
...geniu* the cross of Christ. Tennyson's painful confession leaps unwittingly from all their lips : ' " But what am I ? An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light ; And with no language but a cry !" . We wait for our Dante and our Milton, who shall pour their alabaster... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 364 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. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 364 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...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... | |
 | Stephen Greenleaf Bulfinch - 1861 - 364 pages
...that good shall fall At last, — far oft', — 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. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, —... | |
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