...That not a worm is cloven in vain ; That not a moth with valu desire Is shrivel'd in a fruitless fire. Or but subserves another's gain. Behold, we know not...last, to all, And every winter change to spring.§ * Noctu Ambras., vol. ii. pp. 12 sq. Ed. 1855. f Ibid. p. 341. | Ibid. vol. iii. pp. 16-17. § In Memorial»,...

...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...in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry. LIV. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave,...

...shrivelled 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...winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what am 1 ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry,...

...and foster mother of them all. Yes, the way is preparing ; the world is ripening for her sway ! — " 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 ! " But this I know, whether or not my answer be good and true, humanity's...

...shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. Behold ! we know not any thing ; We can but trust that good shall fall At last, — far...at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. TENNYSON. ptrt Httb fljtrt. WHAT no human eye hath seen, What no mortal ear hath heard, What on thought...

...prayer. A cry for light — by no means, certainly, like that noble one in Tennyson's In Memoriam : — 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. Yet he asks for light : perhaps he had settled already for himself —...

...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...in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry." In the next, the spirit of man rises up indignant against the idea that...

...a wasted youth ; Forgive them where they fail in truth, And in Thy wisdom make me wise." (p. 7.) " 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. 77.) " I falter where I firmly trod ; And falling with my weight of...

...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...but what am I ? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: LIV. 'TT^HE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the...

...shrivelled 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...for the light ; And with no language but a cry.' The speculation itself might be criticised had not the poet himself confessed to its weakness. Otherwise,...