 | Emma Jane WORBOISE - 1858 - 454 страници
...and howling like an unquiet spirit. Grace might say with good reason, " The day is dark, and cold, and dreary, It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, And at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary." She did think of those oft-quoted... | |
 | Dauntless - 1858 - 272 страници
...for yours.' And yet it might have been well had those words never been uttered. CHAPTER XX. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And... | |
 | 1858 - 424 страници
...opposition to his own sentiments ; or not to dare tO'do what he thinks he ought to do? THE RAINY DAY. THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind la never weary ; The vine still clingn to the mouldering wall, But at erery gust the dead leaves full,... | |
 | Emma Jane Worboise - 1859 - 268 страници
...not let Basil know what I am about till I am quite a clever woman." CHAPTER XXIV. A BARK DAY. *' The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the...gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and d r<j;in,"— I ,<>\<, u:,! ur,•, " Yet in her inmost soul there was a light, Which, ever as the... | |
 | mrs. M J H. Hollings - 1859 - 460 страници
...all my life before," continued Laura, rising, and looking out on the dreary weather without. ' The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary.' My life is cold, and dark, and dreary, I am sure," murmured Laura, mournfully, quoting fragments from... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1859 - 724 страници
...the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And... | |
 | Max Ferrer - 1859 - 374 страници
...friends in town. Give us some news, and believe me, B., „ Thine, " G. FALKLAND." CHAPTER XV. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast. LONGFELLOW.... | |
 | Helen Lester (fict.name.) - 1859 - 288 страници
...mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. " My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the (happier) past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, John Gilbert - 1860 - 448 страници
...must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! THE RAINY DAY. THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and...But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day iti dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary ;... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1860 - 514 страници
...the mouldering wall. But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And... | |
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THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. 
