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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. "
The Prospective Review: A Quarterly Journal of Theology and Literature - Стр. 325
1850
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Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Том 69

1864 - Страниц: 998
...hills? Or will good be the final goal of ill ? Will God refuse to destroy one life that he has made ? 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, and such as these, are the questions which assail the modern poet,...
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - Страниц: 1022
...another's gain. Behold we know not any thins: 1 can but trust that good shall fall At last — far-off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring....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 Methodist Quarterly Review, Том 42

1860 - Страниц: 722
...genius 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 Trait for our Dante and our Milton, who shall pour their alabaster...
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The New Englander, Том 8

1850 - Страниц: 676
...shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. " Behold ! we know not any thing ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last, —...but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for a light : And with no language but a cry." The above quotation may be supposed to...
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New Englander and Yale Review, Том 8

Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1850 - Страниц: 678
...shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. " Behold ! we know not any thing ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last, —...but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for a light : And with no language but a cry." The above quotation may be supposed to...
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Том 21

1850 - Страниц: 602
...destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete : That not a wormjis cloven in vain ; That not a moth with vain desire...from first to last as the poet's confidence, for he everywhere takes the knowledge of the Heart as that margin of experience, of real contact with God,...
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Eliza Cook's journal, Том 6

Страниц: 430
...matters, respecting which no one man can have more positive or certain knowledge than any other man ? What am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but & cry ! TKNNVSON. Sterling read many German books at this time, such as Tholuck...
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In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - Страниц: 272
...Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. Behold ! we know not any thing ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last, —...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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In Memoriam, Выпуск 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - Страниц: 228
...know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, 7'i 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. LIV. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave...
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In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - Страниц: 236
...know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far on0 — at last, to all, 76 So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying...in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language hut a cry. 77 LIT. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the...
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