 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
 | 1927 - 428 sider
...to be slit with eyeholes." We think of a mid-Victorian quatrain in contrast: 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 Jeffers line is strong. The "In Memoriam" stanza is strong, with something... | |
 | Emma Jane Worboise - 1869 - 450 sider
...mere rubbish and debris 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 Denham and I may help each other. How beautiful a mind he... | |
 | 1869 - 284 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. 58 The Sleep. [By ELIZABETH BAREETT BROWNIXO, born in England in 1809;... | |
 | Alfred Barratt - 1869 - 280 sider
...to ponrtray the future in words borrowed only from the past. " So runs my dream," he may say, " but what am I ?" " An infant crying in the night ; " An infant crying for the light ; " And with no language but a cry." No man can be dogmatic who remembers that our present ideas cannot be... | |
 | 1900 - 1070 sider
...are content with holier modesty; to lay our hands upon our lips and to say : 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. Changed modes of expression, changed points of view, which — though they... | |
 | Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1870 - 750 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." But this " dream " has its nightmare. The poet is oppressed by horrible... | |
 | Francis Jacox - 1870 - 542 sider
...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... | |
 | Lucius Edwin Smith, Henry Griggs Weston - 1870 - 528 sider
...instinctively when we hear a soul benighted wailing in the voice of reverence and prayer : — "but what am I? An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light ; And with no language but a cry." It wonderfully relieves our sympathy of its burden when berating takes... | |
 | 1870 - 748 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." But this " dream " has its nightmare. The poet is oppressed by horrible... | |
 | 1871 - 930 sider
...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... | |
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