 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 390 pages
...destroy'd, 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...but what am I ? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: LIV. 'TT^HE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 364 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 — far...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 364 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 — far...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... | |
 | Stephen Greenleaf Bulfinch - Religious poetry, American - 1861 - 364 pages
...gain. Behold ! we know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last, — far oft', — 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, —... | |
 | American periodicals - 1861 - 606 pages
...good shall fall At last — far off— at last, to all, And every winter turn to spring. " So runs ray dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry." Docs, then, all our prying " through life and death, through good and... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - American periodicals - 1861 - 614 pages
...thing. We can but wish that good frhall fall At last, far off— at last to all, And every winter turn to spring. " So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night, 1861-1 An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry." It is a wish that nature herself... | |
 | 1862 - 1006 pages
...pile complete ; ' That not a worm is cloven in vain ; That not a moth, with vain desire, Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain....in the night : An infant crying for the light ; And with no language but a cry.' The speculation itself might be criticised had not the poet himself confessed... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 pages
...another's gain. Behold, we know not any thing ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last—far off— at last, to all, And every winter change to...in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry. LIY. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave,... | |
 | Richard Sibbes - Puritans - 1863 - 736 pages
...the father or mother, there is relief presently for the very cry.' Tennyson has finely put this : — •What am I? An infant crying in the night, An infant crying for the light, * And with no language hut a cry.' — In Memoriam, liii. (4) P. 96.—' As Tertullian saith, ..." When men... | |
 | Norman Macleod - Theology - 1863 - 338 pages
...a moth with vain desire Is shrivelFd in a pent-up fire, Or but subserves another's gain. * * * * " 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. * * * * " I falter where I firmly trod ; And falling with my weight of... | |
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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. 
