 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
 | George H. STRUTT - 1866 - 260 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. The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave ;... | |
 | 1866 - 978 sider
...rubbish and débris of the pile, shall be wrought at last into the grand eternal structure — but what am I ? " An infant crying in the night, An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry." Surely Cyril l>cnham and I may help each other. How beautiful a mind he... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 710 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. LIV. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave,... | |
 | Unity, Mary Ann Kelty - 1867 - 150 sider
...fall At last — far off— at last to all, And every winter turn 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. TENNYSON. " So is the kingdom of God, as if a man should cast seed into... | |
 | 1879 - 692 sider
...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." Clothed in a spirit of humility like this, can we take upon ourselves... | |
 | Samuel M. Kennedy - 1867 - 530 sider
...much to do, so little done, such things to be," and all our life spent like an " infant crying in the night, an infant crying for the light, and with no language but a cry." We know his every fancy. He laid open his heart and disclosed its loftiest aspirations, as no one else... | |
 | Edward Campbell Tainsh - 1868 - 262 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." (mi.) This hope — comes it not from the most godlike part of our nature... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1868 - 830 sider
...Act v. Sc. I. O yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill. In Memoriam. liii. But what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry. Ibid. liii. So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single... | |
 | John William Colenso (bp. of Natal.) - 1868 - 380 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. (ii) And that cry of his poor fearful children will assuredly reach our... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1868 - 518 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. LIV. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave,... | |
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