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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 no language... "
Alfred lord Tennyson: a memoir by his son - Page 513
by Baron Hallam Tennyson Tennyson - 1897
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Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Volume 69

Education - 1864
...be the final goal of ill ? Will God refuse to destroy one life that he has made ? 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.' These, and such as these, are the questions which assail the modern poet,...
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The Methodist Quarterly Review

Theology - 1860
...genius 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 crying for the light ; And with no language but a cry '." We Trait for our Dante and our Milton, who shall pour their alabaster...
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volume 21

1850
...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." — p. 77. This subservience of Knowledge to Faith appears from first...
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Eliza Cook's journal

Eliza Cook - Language Arts & Disciplines
...matters, respecting which no one man can have more positive or certain knowledge than any other man ? What am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but & cry ! TKNNVSON. Sterling read many German books at this time, such as Tholuck...
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In Memoriam, Issue 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 210 pages
...can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, Lin. 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. 77 LIV. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the...
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The Christian teacher. [Continued as] The Prospective review, ed. by J ...

National review - 1850
...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." — P. 77. This subservience of Knowledge to Faith appears from first...
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In memoriam

Baron Alfred Tennyson Tennyson - Literary Criticism - 1850 - 216 pages
...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. LIV. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave,...
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The Christian Examiner and Religious Miscellany

Alvan Lamson, Ezra Stiles Gannett, George Putnam, George Edward Ellis - Theology - 1850
...exclamation, forced even from the somewhat transcendental poet, Tennyson, — 328 Modern Skepticism. [Nov. " What am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry !" We have climbed over the ridges of lofty mountains, and walked at the...
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The Christian Examiner and Religious Miscellany

Alvan Lamson, Ezra Stiles Gannett, George Putnam, George Edward Ellis - Theology - 1850
...have taken up the exclamation, forced even from the somewhat transcendental poet, Tennyson, — " Whnt am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry '." We have climbed over the ridges of lofty mountains, and walked at the...
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The princess: a medley

Baron Alfred Tennyson Tennyson - 1880 - 199 pages
...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. LIT. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave...
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