 | Augusta Jane Evans - 1859 - 518 страници
...standing on the hearth, with her hands behind her, slowly repeated the beautiful lines, beginning : " The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings...feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight." Her voice was low and musical, and as she concluded the short poem which seemed so singularly suited... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1860 - 468 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...the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles... | |
 | Augusta Jane Evans - 1860 - 528 страници
...standing on the hearth, with her hands behind her, slowly repeated the beautiful lines, beginning : " The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings...night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle iu his flight." Her voice was low and musical, and as she concluded the short poem which seemed so... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1863 - 438 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...the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 464 страници
...length in books recorded, They, like hoarded Household words, no more depart. THE DAY IS DONE. TICE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings...eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gl«am through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist... | |
 | Frederick Hinde - 1864 - 150 страници
...America. The first constitutes the opening of his good lyric, " The Day is Done : " it stands thus :— " The Day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings...feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight ; " and the second closes that beautiful and airy production, the whole of which is strongly marked... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1865 - 388 страници
...restless heart ; Till at length in hooks recorded, They, like hoarded Household words, no more depart. THE DAY IS DONE. THE day is done, and the darkness...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... | |
 | 1866 - 268 страници
...suggestive shine the lights of evening when they are seen as the poet describes his sight of them : " I see the lights of the village Gleam through the...sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist." One after another those lights enter the soul, and the rain of grief and the mist of sadness is over... | |
 | John Swett - 1867 - 252 страници
...bells, bells, bells— To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. THE DAY IS DONE.— HW LONGFELLOW. THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings...sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe thla restless feeling,... | |
 | John Swett - 1868 - 246 страници
...bells, bells, bells— To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. THE DAY IS DONE.—HW LONGFELLOW. THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings...I see the lights of the village Gleam through the ram and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist. Come, read to... | |
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The day is done, 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 the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot... 
