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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... "
Alexandria and Her Schools: Four Lectures Delivered at the Philosophical ... - Side 122
av Charles Kingsley - 1854 - 172 sider
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Songs of Three Centuries

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1876 - 562 sider
...fall At last — far oif— at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my drenm : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives...
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Tennyson's Complete Works: (Including Queen Mary)

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1876 - 452 sider
...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: Au tufaut crying for the light: And with no language but a cry. LV. THE wish, that of the living whole...
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A dictionary of poetical illustrations

Robert Aitkin Bertram - 1877 - 766 sider
...trust that good shall fall At last— far-off— at last, to all— And every winter change to spring. and better known, Are with no language but a cry. — Tennyson. 1541. GOOD: seldom valued. LITTLE knows Any, but God alone,...
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The Life of Illness: One Woman's Journey

Carol T. Olson - 1993 - 232 sider
...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. 155) What does 'trust' mean? The Old English word for trust, treowian,...
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The Columbia Granger's Dictionary of Poetry Quotations

Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 sider
...ill. To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; (Fr. LIV, 1. 1 -4) 31 h P. Hazen with no language but a cry. (Fr. LIV, 1. 17-20) EaLo; EBW; LiTB; NoP; OAEL-2; OBNC; TrGrPo; WGRP 32...
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Nonverbal Vocal Communication: Comparative and Developmental Approaches

H. Papousek, U. Jürgens, Mechthild Papoušek - 1992 - 324 sider
...ability to express affect vocally. 8. No language but a cry BARRY M. LESTER AND CF ZACHARIAH BOUKYDIS But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry. Tennyson, In Memoriam Crying is the beginning of human vocal communication...
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Lady Chatterley's Lover

David Herbert Lawrence - 1994 - 434 sider
...on 40:3. 25:25-6 the infant crying in the night Tennyson, In Memoriam (1850), uv, ll. 17-20: '. . . what am I?/ An infant crying in the night:/ An infant crying for the light:/ And with no language but a cry.' 29:30-31 Une immense esperance a traverse la terre A great hope passed...
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Deconstructing Developmental Psychology

Erica Burman - 1994 - 228 sider
...within a) the topics of, and b) the relationships set up within, infancy research? Attributing sociality 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, Lord Tennyson, 1860) A baby's smile is a language everyone understands....
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Selected Poetry

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1995 - 244 sider
...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. IV The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave,...
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The Columbia Anthology of British Poetry

Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 sider
...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. I will not shut me from my kind, And, lest I stiffen into stone, I will...
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