| Criticism - 1850 - 676 pages
...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, — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. " So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night :... | |
| American literature - 1850 - 602 pages
...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 am I ? An infant crying in the night ; An... | |
| 1879 - 824 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... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 272 pages
...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", — 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... | |
| Literature - 1850 - 550 pages
...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 am I ? An infant crying in the night : An... | |
| Women's periodicals, English - 1857 - 376 pages
...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... | |
| American periodicals - 1850 - 602 pages
...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 am 1 ? An infant crying in the night ; An... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English Literature - 1850 - 228 pages
...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 night : An infant crying for the light... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - Grief - 1850 - 228 pages
...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 night : An infant crying for the light... | |
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