 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 language...  Christian Examiner and Theological Review - Side 3281850Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Charles Kingsley - 1859 - 474 sider
...— by no means, certainly, like that noble one in Tennyson's In Memoriam : — 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. Yet he asks for light : perhaps he had settled already for himself —... | |
 | 1860 - 712 sider
...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...the light ; And with no language but a cry !" . We wait for our Dante and our Milton, who shall pour their alabaster box of ointment, very costly, on... | |
 | 1860 - 890 sider
...been well satisfied to abide in the same resting-place.' He said, and they said, in 1849 : — " but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry." And, in 1860, they remain infants still. Is this consistent with a real,... | |
 | Peter Bayne - 1860 - 432 sider
...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 the next, the spirit of man rises up indignant against the idea that... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 364 sider
...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. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives... | |
 | Stephen Greenleaf Bulfinch - 1861 - 364 sider
...last, — far oft', — 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. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, —... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 364 sider
...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. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 sider
...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. LIY. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave,... | |
 | Richard Sibbes - 1863 - 736 sider
...the father or mother, there is relief presently for the very cry.' Tennyson has finely put this : — •What am I? An infant crying in the night, An infant crying for the light, * And with no language hut a cry.' — In Memoriam, liii. (4) P. 96.—' As Tertullian saith, ..." When men... | |
 | Andrew Kennedy Hutchison Boyd - 1863 - 332 sider
...cannot tell its needs ; for true, as beautiful, are the words of the poet : — " So rims 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." There was a man who once said, that he was the best-abused man in Britain.... | |
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