 THE DAY IS DONE. 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,...  The Golden Present: A Gift for All Seasons - Page 47edited by - 1853 - 128 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Fashion - 1870 - 726 pages
...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...And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem. Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall sooth this restless feeling,... | |
 | Fashion - 1850 - 464 pages
...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...pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles rain. Come read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling,... | |
 | 1845 - 888 pages
...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:...And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Come, read to me some... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - American fiction - 1845 - 540 pages
...of aspirations tied down by human weakness, and have the desire, but not the ability, to soar; — u A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin...And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain." To a person who reads the poems in another mood of mind, they may appear too tame, uniform,... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - American periodicals - 1845 - 652 pages
...village Gleam through the rain and tho mist, And a feeing: of sadness cornea o'er we, That my soul canuot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles Borrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me come poem. Some simple and heartfelt lay,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Literary Criticism - 1846 - 178 pages
...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...And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some .poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling,... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - American literature - 1846 - 382 pages
...years, will remain of thy race but the foot-prints 1 Here is another very graceful and natural simile : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin...pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles rain. Another — I will forget her ! All dear recollections, Pressed in my heart like flowers within... | |
 | Sarah Margaret Ossoli (march.) - 1846 - 198 pages
...years, will remain of thy race but the foot-prints 7 Here is another very graceful and natural simile : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only v As the mist resembles rain. Another — I will forget her ! All dear recollections, Pressed in my... | |
 | Quotations, English - 1847 - 526 pages
...winter's icy air, For we found our climate in the heart, and it was summer there. JR DRAKE. 14. The feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to...pain, And resembles sorrow only, As the mist resembles rain. HW LONGFELLOW. 15. O ! dear is my cottage, unclouded by sorrow, And sweet is the bower my Erne... | |
 | Quotations, English - 1847 - 540 pages
...winter's icy air, For we found our climate in the heart, and it was summer there. JR DRAKE. 14. The feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to...pain, And resembles sorrow only, As the mist resembles rain. HW LONGFELLOW. 15. O ! dear is my cottage, unclouded by sorrow, And sweet is the bower my Eme... | |
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