 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...  The Greater Victorian Poets - Page 322by Hugh Walker - 1895 - 332 pagesFull view - About this book
 | David Thomas - 1884 - 468 pages
...one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish in the void, When God hath made the pile complete. " 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." JAMES LEGGE, MA Gamaliel and... | |
 | David Holt - 1853 - 228 pages
...bourne of ease, Upon thy shining garment blossometh The amaranth of Peace. THE CRY OF THE BENIGHTED. " What am I ? " An infant crying in the night, " An infant crying for the light, " And with no language but a cry." TENNYSON. j IT' ROM the world's earliest times till now, The cry that... | |
 | 1853 - 906 pages
...Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. Behold! we know not anything : At last—far off—at last, to all. And every winter change to spring.* " w. HR I can but trust that good shall fall PITHY ITEMS. Rev. TH Taylor deals out pithy articles for... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1854 - 388 pages
...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 spring. So...in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry. O THOU that after toil and storm May'st seem to have reached a purer air,... | |
 | John Wesley Hanson - 1854 - 204 pages
...fire, Or but subserves another's gain. " Behold! we know not any thing; 1 can but trust that c,ooi> SHALL FALL At last—far off—at last to all, And...So runs my dream; but what am I ? An infant crying for the light; And with no language but a cry." An infant crying in the night; And again: "That God... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1854 - 214 pages
...prayer. A cry for light — by no means, certainly, like that noble one in Tennyson's In Memoriam : — 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. Yet he asks for light : perhaps he had settled already for himself —... | |
 | Cyclopaedia, Henry Gardiner Adams - 1854 - 762 pages
...That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivell'd in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. 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... | |
 | 1854 - 748 pages
...brother, who, being dead, yet speaketh— give us some token, vouchsafe some mute gesture of reply. Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that...winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what am 11 An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry. An infant crying in the night: *... | |
 | Margaret Agnes Paul - 1857 - 336 pages
...T STILL WATEES. VOL. I. STILL WATERS BY THE AUTHOR OP 'DOROTHY' ' Their strength is to sit still.' 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. In Memorial* . IN TWO VOLUMES... | |
 | 1857 - 372 pages
...That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. 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... | |
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