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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 Life and Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Works: v.1-2 [Poems] v.3 ... - Page 83
by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1899
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Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Volume 69

1864 - 998 pages
...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

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 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, Volume 42

1860 - 722 pages
...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 - 1850 - 678 pages
...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, Volume 8

1850 - 676 pages
...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 Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volume 21

1850 - 602 pages
...the pile complete : That not a wormjis cloven in vain ; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivel'd 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." — p. 77. This subservience of Knowledge to Faith appears from first...
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Eliza Cook's journal, Volume 6

430 pages
...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

1850 - 550 pages
...the pile complete ; That not a worm is cloven in vain ; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivel'd 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." — P. 77. This subservience of Knowledge to Faith appears from first...
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In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 272 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, Issue 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 228 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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