| 1845 - 888 psl.
...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 psl.
...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 psl.
...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 Falls from...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 psl.
...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 psl.
...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 psl.
...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 Falls from...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 psl.
...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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