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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. "
Transactions of the Anthropological Society of Washington - Стр. 14
авторы: Anthropological Society of Washington (Washington, D.C.) - 1882
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New Englander and Yale Review, Том 8

Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1850 - Страниц: 678
...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 infant crying for a light :...
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The New Englander, Том 8

1850 - Страниц: 676
...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 infant crying for a light :...
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Том 21

1850 - Страниц: 602
...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 infant crying for the light :...
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The Methodist new connexion magazine and evangelical repository, Том 82

1879 - Страниц: 826
...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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The Prospective Review: A Quarterly Journal of Theology and Literature, Том 6

1850 - Страниц: 550
...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 infant crying for the light :...
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In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - Страниц: 272
...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 infant crying for the light :...
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The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Том 21

1850 - Страниц: 602
...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 infant crying for the light:...
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The Ladies' Companion

1857 - Страниц: 376
...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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In Memoriam, Выпуск 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - Страниц: 228
...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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In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - Страниц: 228
...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...
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