 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...  The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Page 110by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1867 - 452 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1850 - 464 pages
...Virtue in her heart ; Modesty in her countenance ; Gentleness on her lips ; And work in her hands. THE DAY IS DONE. The day is done, and the darkness...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... | |
 | 1870 - 726 pages
...finally the south rain comes in earnest, and in a night he is dead. THE DAY IS DONE. BY HW LOJfGJBLtOW. The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings...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... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1846 - 178 pages
...the Endeavour That forever Wrestles with the tides of Fate ; From the wreck of Hopes far-scattered, Tempest-shattered, Floating waste and desolate ; —...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... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1846 - 430 pages
...detaching them from the hidden reefs of thought in our immortal being, and tossing them over the ocean. " Ever drifting, drifting, drifting, On the shifting...like hoarded Household words, no more depart." The reader will find, in our two pilgrimages, a rehearsal, if I may so speak, of most of the noted passes... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1847 - 382 pages
...detaching them from the hidden reefs of thought in our immortal being, and tossing them over the ocean. " Ever drifting, drifting, drifting, On the shifting...like hoarded Household words, no more depart. The reader will find, in our two pilgrimages, a rehearsal, if I may so speak, of most of the noted passes... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 170 pages
...the endeavour That forever Wrestles with the tides of Fate; From the wreck of Hopes far-scattered, Tempest-shattered, Floating waste and desolate ; —...books recorded, They, like hoarded Household words, DO more depart. THE DAY IS DONE. The day is done, and the darkness Fall from the wings of night, As... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1848 - 242 pages
...detaching them from the hidden reefs of thought in our immortal being, and tossing them over the ocean. " Ever drifting, drifting, drifting, On the shifting...like hoarded Household words, no more depart." The reader will find, in our two pilgrimages, a rehearsal, if I may so speak, of most of the noted passes... | |
 | Edward Payson Weston - 1849 - 200 pages
...forever Wrestles with the tides of Fate ; From the wreck of Hopes far-scattered, Tempest shattered, Floating waste and desolate ; — Ever drifting, drifting,...They, like hoarded Household words, no more depart. "I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY." BY WILLIAM CUTTER. • It is true there are shadows as well as lights, clouds... | |
 | 430 pages
...lamp, 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...night, As a feather 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... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 438 pages
...shall present for your consideration, than by the citation of the Proem to Mr. Longfellow's "Waif:" The day is done, and the darkness falls from the wings...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... | |
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