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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... "
A Brief Review of Ancient and Modern Philosophy, in its connection with ... - 261 ÆäÀÌÁö
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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....
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New Englander and Yale Review, 8±Ç

Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1850 - 678 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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, — far off, —...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."...
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The New Englander, 8±Ç

1850 - 676 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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, — far off, —...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."...
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, 21±Ç

1850 - 602 ÆäÀÌÁö
...shrivel'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...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."...
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The Living Age, 274±Ç

1912 - 880 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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"...
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The Methodist new connexion magazine and evangelical repository, 82±Ç

1879 - 824 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...
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Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, 21±Ç

1850 - 600 ÆäÀÌÁö
...shrivel'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...but what am 1 ? 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...
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The Prospective Review: A Quarterly Journal of Theology and Literature, 6±Ç

1850 - 550 ÆäÀÌÁö
...shrivel'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 —...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."...
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In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 272 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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, — far off",...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....
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The Ladies' Companion

1857 - 376 ÆäÀÌÁö
...we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill. 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 Mi in",' in HI. Nellie was humming — it was a habit she had. Nothing could Nellie do, from crocheting...
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