 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
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...'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 crying for the light, And with no language but a cry." 'The morning will come. We shall see that what frightened us in the night... | |
 | Theophilus Stork - 1871 - 188 sider
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - 498 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... | |
 | Book - 1871 - 366 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. 242. HTHE wish, that of the living whole -*- No life may fail beyond the... | |
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...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." Voltaire himself, in a few words, rightly describes Bayle's position as... | |
 | Joseph Hatton - 1872 - 284 sider
...trust that good shall fall, at last — far off — at last, 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - 330 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. LV. HE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave,... | |
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...last — far-off — at last, to all — And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream ; but l laws; But martyrs struggle for a brighter prize, And win it with more pain. Their with no language but a cry. Alfred Tennijion. 1541. GOOD, Unexpected. But what of all the joys of jcarth... | |
 | Warren Felt Evans - 1873 - 224 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." TENNYSON. CHAPTER X. THE DUALITY OF THE MIND AND BODY, AND THE POSITIVE... | |
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...other times it cannot advance beyond that which the poet laureate describes : " 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, friends, when the baby cries, the mother's arms are stretched forth... | |
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