 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...  The New-York Quarterly - Сторінка 3061854Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1850 - 676 стор.
...Behold ! we know not any thing ; 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 a light : And with no language but a cry."... | |
 | Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1850 - 678 стор.
...Behold ! we know not any thing ; 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 a light : And with no language but a cry."... | |
 | 1850 - 602 стор.
...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 good shall fall At last— far off— at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream ; but what... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 272 стор.
...Behold ! we know not any thing ; 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 language but a cry.... | |
 | 1850 - 602 стор.
...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 good shall fall At last— far off— at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream ; but what... | |
 | 1857 - 376 стор.
...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 good shall fall At last, far off— at last, to all, And every winter change to spring." In Mi in",' in HI. Nellie was... | |
 | 1850 - 550 стор.
...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 good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 228 стор.
...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 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 228 стор.
...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 good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, Lin. So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1851 - 234 стор.
...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...good shall fall At last—far off—at last, to all, So runs my dream: but what am I ? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And... | |
| |
