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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... "
The Ruba',yat of Omar Khayyām: Being a Facsimile of the Manuscript in the ... - Страница 186
написао/ла Omar Khayyam - 1898 - 320 страница
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Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Том 69

1864
...hills? Or will good 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

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 New Englander

1850
...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 a light : And with no language but a cry." The above quotation may be supposed to...
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New Englander and Yale Review, Том 8

Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1850
...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 a light : And with no language but a cry." The above quotation may be supposed to...
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Том 21

1850
...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 but a cry." — p. 77. This subservience of Knowledge to Faith appears from first...
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Eliza Cook's journal, Том 6

...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

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 210 страница
...know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far on0 — at last, to all, 76 So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying...in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language hut a cry. 77 LIT. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the...
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In Memoriam, Издање 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 210 страница
...know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, 7'i 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 Prospective Review: A Quarterly Journal of Theology and Literature, Том 6

1850
...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 but a cry." — P. 77. This subservience of Knowledge to Faith appears from first...
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The Christian Examiner and Religious Miscellany

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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