...and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through...That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only A; the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall...

...again." (j credits.) 2. " I spied a man whose aged step Seemed weary worn with care." (j credits.) 3. "I see the lights of the village Gleam through the...sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist." (5 credits.) 4. " Experience keeps a dear school, but fools will learn in noother." (5 credits.) 5....

...long untrodden path that was to be mine, dispersing the sombre shadows that would come and go, for " A feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist," as I think of home and friends, and the mysterious future that awaits me in Central Africa. The passage...

...and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through...mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, t-oine simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And bamsh the thoughts of...

...thinking of Longfellow's lines — " I see the lights of the village, AB they gleam through the rain and mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That...pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles rain." Then I commenced moralising over the steady rain which had fallen into my lot instead of the...

...sadness is inseparably connected with all the higher manifestations of true Beauty. It is, nevertheless, at is som lhe mist resembles the rain. The taint of which I speak is clearly perceptible even in a poem so full...

...lines were it possible with our limited space — but here arc three of the quatrains: I sec the light e proper phrenological sense, of one sensitively alive...genuine, unforced. There is nothing of the cant of die * * -*• And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their...

...implies a ray which shines through an intervening medium or against a background of relative darkness <I see the lights of the village gleam through the rain and mist — Longfellow) <a light gleamed through the chinks in the wall— Dickens) <his dislike of me...

...of words: Spite of cormorant devouring Time. Who but Shakespeare would have dared to use cormorant? I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Longfellow is one of the most...

...makes one feel so deliciously aged and sad. George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950) Irish playwright, critic A feeling of sadness and longing That is not akin...resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) American poet The "good old times" — all times, When old,...