| 1879 - 692 pages
...noble intellect of our time in presence of the unread mysteries of our being, can humbly say : — " Behold, we know not anything, I can but trust that...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... | |
| John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1867 - 824 pages
...of the travail of Hi« soul." Or cast as rubbish to the void, Whcu God hath made the pile complete. "Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that...fall At last— far off— at last, to all, And every whiter change to spring." Mr. Browning, looking, in a poem in hie " Dramatis Person»," on " Apparent... | |
| William M. White - 1867 - 710 pages
...shall we with Tennyson at once profess our ignorance and faith — ' Behold, we know not anything ; ' T can but trust that good shall fall ' At last— far...last, to all, ' And every winter change to spring. * Nos. 330 and 337. f No. 330. GOD IS ORDER HIMSELF. 297 ' That nothing walks with aimless feet ; '... | |
| Thomas Davis - 1867 - 144 pages
...we find, for example, these words : — Behold we know not anything: We can but trust that good may fall At last, far off, at last to all, And every winter change to spring. On this I will only say, that, pleasing as such a prospect would be, the hope of ultimate good for... | |
| William White - 1867 - 710 pages
...our ignorance and faith — 1 Behold, we know not anything; ' T can but trust that good shall fall 1 At last— far off— at last, to all, ' And every winter change to spring. » No». 330 and :!37. f No. 330. ' That nothing walks with aimless feet ; 1 That not one life shall... | |
| Unity, Mary Ann Kelty - 1867 - 150 pages
...a wild ass's colt." — .Job xi. 12. Behold, we know not anything : I can but trust that good will 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, An infant crying for... | |
| D. Richmond - 1868 - 456 pages
...always did, with child-like obedience, " No, grandmamma, I will not." And he never did. CHAPTER XII. Behold, we know not anything ; I can but trust that...last, to all, And every winter change to spring. IN MEMORIAL!. JILL you go, my child, and take our excuses ? I suppose my brother will not come now ; but... | |
| John William Colenso (bp. of Natal.) - 1868 - 380 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...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,... | |
| Edward Campbell Tainsh - 1868 - 262 pages
...shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete. *•*»«** " Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that...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... | |
| Horace Greeley - 1868 - 918 pages
...not a moth, with vain desire, Is shrivelled in a fniithess fire, Or but subserves another's gain. " Behold ! we know not anything : I can but trust that...last, to all, And every Winter change to Spring." Twenty years earlier, Mrs. Hemans, when on the brink of the angelic life, was blest with a gleam from... | |
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