 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 - Stran 513avtor: Hallam Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1897Celotni ogled - O knjigi
 | 1864 - 998 strani
...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,... | |
 | 1860 - 722 strani
...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... | |
 | 1850 - 602 strani
...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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...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... | |
 | 1850 - 550 strani
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 228 strani
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 272 strani
...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,... | |
 | 1850 - 1050 strani
...form?" This, at all events, does not look very much like it ! (p. 77) :— " So runs my dream : lut what am I ? — An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry !" This does not seem the plenitude of self-contented faith and reason !... | |
 | 1850 - 546 strani
...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... | |
 | 1850 - 608 strani
...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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