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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... "
The Ethnic Trinities and Their Relations to the Christian Trinity: A Chapter ... - หน้า 366
โดย Levi Leonard Paine - 1901 - 378 หน้า
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Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, เล่มที่ 69

1864 - 998 หน้า
...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,...

The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 หน้า
...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...

The Methodist Quarterly Review, เล่มที่ 42

1860 - 722 หน้า
...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...

New Englander and Yale Review, เล่มที่ 8

Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1850 - 678 หน้า
...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...

The New Englander, เล่มที่ 8

1850 - 676 หน้า
...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...

The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, เล่มที่ 21

1850 - 602 หน้า
...That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivel'd in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. Behold ! we know not anything ; I can but trust that...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...

Eliza Cook's journal, เล่มที่ 6

430 หน้า
...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...

The Prospective Review: A Quarterly Journal of Theology and ..., เล่มที่ 6

1850 - 550 หน้า
...That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivel'd in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. Behold ! we know not anything ; I can but trust that...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...

In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 272 หน้า
...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,...

In Memoriam, ฉบับที่ 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 228 หน้า
...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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