And a feeling of sadness conies o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Studies in Reading - Страница 28по James William Searson, George Ellsworth Martin - 1911Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
| 1845 - 888 страници
...them are entirely new to us. From the ' Proem, ' by the editor, we take these admirable stanzas: I *FK the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeing of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That... | |
| 1848 - 936 страници
...twilight pale Moves like a spectre in the dusky sky." " The day is done, and the darkness FallsTrom the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight." There is nothing very striking in the first, though it will bear study) tad close scrutiny only reveals... | |
| 430 страници
...lamp, which was kindled by their ray, to guide our steps to the East again, where the dawn is :" — THE DAY IS DONE. The day Is done, and the darkness...is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I sec the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist. And a feeling of sadness comes o'er... | |
| Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 462 страници
...citation of the Proem to Mr. Longfellow's "Waif:" The day is done, and the darkneea Falls from the wlnge of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in hie flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness... | |
| Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 422 страници
...other than it is. This alone is health and happiness. This alone is life." 29* PROEM TO "THE WAIF." THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings...Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in its flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1852 - 256 страници
...restless heart ; Till at length in books recorded, They, like hoarded Household words, no more depart. THE DAY IS DONE. THE day is done, and the darkness...is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I sec the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er... | |
| Mrs. J. Thayer - 1853 - 144 страници
...to bid them come Youth's half-forgotten hopes, childhood's remembered home. MRS. NORTON. Twilight. THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings...wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lamps of the Tillage Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That... | |
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