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" 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 Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art - Page 216
1850
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Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Volume 69

Great Britain - 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 Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song: Selected from English and American ...

Charlotte Fiske Bates Rogé - American poetry - 1832 - 882 pages
...another's gain. Behold we know not any thins: 1 can but trust that good shall fall At last — far-off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring....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...
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The Methodist Quarterly Review

Methodist Church - 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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New Englander and Yale Review, Volume 8

Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - United States - 1850
...shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. " Behold ! we know not any thing ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last, —...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 New Englander

Criticism - 1850
...shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. " Behold ! we know not any thing ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last, —...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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Eliza Cook's journal, Volume 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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The Prospective Review: A Quarterly Journal of Theology and Literature, Volume 6

Literature - 1850
...destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete ; That not a worm is cloven in vain ; That not a moth with vain desire...from first to last as the Poet's confidence, for he every where takes the knowledge of the Heart as that margin of experience, of real contact with God,...
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In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 216 pages
...Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. Behold ! we know not any thing ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last, —...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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In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 210 pages
...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, Issue 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - Grief - 1850 - 210 pages
...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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