...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,...

[ Der Inhalt dieser Seite ist beschränkt. ]

...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...

...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 a light : And with no language but a cry." The above quotation may be supposed to...

...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 a light : And with no language but a cry." The above quotation may be supposed to...

...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." — p. 77. This subservience of Knowledge to Faith appears from first...

...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...

...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...

...know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far on0 — at last, to all, 76 So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying...in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language hut a cry. 77 LIT. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the...

...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." — P. 77. This subservience of Knowledge to Faith appears from first...