Search Images Maps Play YouTube News Gmail Drive More »
Sign in
Books Books
" 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
Full view - About this book

The Southern Review, Volume 9; Volume 12; Volume 15

1871 - 800 pages
...'but God is in the light. What He is doing and what He is igoing to do, we know not. What are you 1 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...
Full view - About this book

The Works of Alfred Tennyson ...

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - 330 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. LV. HE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave,...
Full view - About this book

New Cyclopaedia of Poetical Illustrations: Adapted to Christian Teaching ...

1872 - 710 pages
...that good shall fall At last — far-off — at last, to all — And every winter change to spring. ets of liberty and equal laws; But martyrs struggle...brighter prize, And win it with more pain. Their with no language but a cry. Alfred Tennijion. 1541. GOOD, Unexpected. But what of all the joys of jcarth...
Full view - About this book

The Valley of Poppies, Volume 1

Joseph Hatton - 1872 - 284 pages
...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.' In the evening, as soon as the shutters were closed and the candles were...
Full view - About this book

The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872 - 360 pages
...flu) At last— Tar off— at last, to all. And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : bnt 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 fall heyond the grave,...
Full view - About this book

Mental Medicine: A Theoretical and Practical Treatise on Medical Psychology

Warren Felt Evans - 1873 - 224 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." TENNYSON. CHAPTER X. THE DUALITY OF THE MIND AND BODY, AND THE POSITIVE...
Full view - About this book

Popular Objections to Revealed Truth: Considered in a Series of Lectures ...

1873 - 378 pages
...to some deity ; at 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...
Full view - About this book

St. Erle

Caroline Thompson - 1874 - 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. IN MEMOBIAM. LIFE is a great reality. And death is another. People are...
Full view - About this book

Popular objections to revealed truth, considered in a ser. of lectures

Popular objections - 1874 - 380 pages
...appeals to some deity; at 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...
Full view - About this book

Quiet Hours: A Collection of Poems

Mary Wilder Tileston - 1874 - 200 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. ALFRRD TRNNYSON. COMPENSATION. •" I ^EARS wash away the atoms of the...
Full view - About this book




  1. My library
  2. Help
  3. Advanced Book Search
  4. Download EPUB
  5. Download PDF