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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 Harp and the Cross: A Collection of Religious Poetry - หน้า 258
โดย Stephen Greenleaf Bulfinch - 1861 - 348 หน้า
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Secular Annotations on Scripture Texts

Francis Jacox - 1870 - 550 หน้า
...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...

New Englander and Yale Review, เล่มที่ 29

Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1870 - 752 หน้า
...another's gain. "Behold I 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: bnt what am It An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light ; And with DO language...

The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - 264 หน้า
...another's gain. 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 flrcam : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light : And with no...

Radical: A Monthly Magazine, Devoted to Religion, เล่มที่ 9

1871 - 442 หน้า
...— " 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....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...

The book of prayer and praise, for public and private worship, in fourteen ...

Book - 1871 - 366 หน้า
...another's gain. 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....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...

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

1871 - 800 หน้า
...'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...for the light, And with no language but a cry." 'The morning will come. We shall see that what frightened us in the night was the noise of the workmen building...

The Unseen World in the Light of the Cross

Theophilus Stork - 1871 - 190 หน้า
...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...

The Gentleman's Magazine, เล่มที่ 231

1871 - 930 หน้า
...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...

The Works of Alfred Tennyson ...

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - 330 หน้า
...another's gain. 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....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,...

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

1872 - 710 หน้า
...gain. Behold ! we know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far-off — r but his door, Balked with no language but a cry. Alfred Tennijion. 1541. GOOD, Unexpected. But what of all the joys of jcarth...




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