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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... "
College Greek Course in English - Page 111
by William Cleaver Wilkinson - 1884 - 302 pages
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The New Englander, Volume 29

1870 - 748 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." But this " dream " has its nightmare. The poet is oppressed by horrible...
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Outlook and Independent, Volume 66

1900 - 1070 pages
...drawing nothing out. We are content with holier modesty; to lay our hands upon our lips and to say : 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. Changed modes of expression, changed points of view, which — though they...
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The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson

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 flrcam : 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,...
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The Baptist Quarterly, Volume 4

Lucius Edwin Smith, Henry Griggs Weston - 1870 - 528 pages
...sympathize 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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Secular Annotations on Scripture Texts

Francis Jacox - 1870 - 550 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 theii home, like the...
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Radical: A Monthly Magazine, Devoted to Religion, Volume 9

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...
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The Poetical Works

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - 498 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...
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The book of prayer and praise, for public and private worship, in fourteen ...

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. HTHE wish, that of the living whole -*- No life may fail beyond the...
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The Unseen World in the Light of the Cross

Theophilus Stork - 1871 - 190 pages
...primitive purity and apostolic consistency. VII. THE UNSEEN WORLD. 87 VII. THE UNSEEN WORLD. ". . . .But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry." THROUGH all the past, men of every degree of culture and every form of...
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The Gentleman's Magazine, Volume 231

1871 - 930 pages
...can but trust that good shall fall, at last — far off — atjast, 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. In the evening, as soon as the shutters were closed and the candles were...
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