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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... "
Alexandria and Her Schools: Four Lectures Delivered at the Philosophical ... - Page 122
by Charles Kingsley - 1854 - 172 pages
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Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Volume 69

1864 - 998 pages
...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 Methodist Quarterly Review, Volume 42

1860 - 722 pages
...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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New Englander and Yale Review, Volume 8

Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1850 - 678 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 a light : And with no language but a cry." The above quotation may be supposed to...
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The New Englander, Volume 8

1850 - 676 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 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, Volume 21

1850 - 602 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." — p. 77. This subservience of Knowledge to Faith appears from first...
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Eliza Cook's journal, Volume 6

430 pages
...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 - 236 pages
...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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In Memoriam, Issue 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 228 pages
...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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The Prospective Review: A Quarterly Journal of Theology and Literature, Volume 6

1850 - 550 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." — P. 77. This subservience of Knowledge to Faith appears from first...
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The English Review, Volumes 13-14

1850 - 1050 pages
...form?" This, at all events, does not look very much like it ! (p. 77) :— " So runs my dream : lut what am I ? — An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry !" This does not seem the plenitude of self-contented faith and reason !...
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