 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 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. 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.... | |
 | Criticism - 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, —...change to spring. " So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for a light : And with no language but a cry."... | |
 | American literature - 1850 - 602 pages
...That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivel'd in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. Behold ! we know not anything ; I can but trust that...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 no language but a cry."... | |
 | Literature - 1912 - 880 pages
...has oftener produced a poet "tired of myself and sick of asking"; or another who hopes wistfully— that good shall fall At last far off, at last to all And every winter turn to spring. or a third who astonishes us with the agile shuffling of "Bishop Blougram's Apology"... | |
 | 1879 - 826 pages
...terribly suggestive negative analogical evidence, that the future will be fall-orbed and perfect, and that good shall fall, " At last, far off, at last to all, And every winter change to spring." The author of these lines : mast have experienced some hesitancy in penning them, as he listened for... | |
 | 1850 - 602 pages
...That not a moth with vain desire IB shrivel'd in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. Behold ! we know not anything ; I can but trust that...winter change to spring. So runs my dream ; but what am 1 ? An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry."... | |
 | Literature - 1850 - 550 pages
...That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivel'd in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. Behold ! we know not anything ; I can but trust that...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 no language but a cry."... | |
 | 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, —...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 no language but a cry.... | |
 | Women's periodicals, English - 1857 - 376 pages
...83 THE SILVER SPOONS. BY MILL. " Oh ! yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill. Behold, we know not anything : I can but trust that...last, to all, And every winter change to spring." In Mi in",' in HI. Nellie was humming — it was a habit she had. Nothing could Nellie do, from crocheting... | |
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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 no... 
