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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. "
The Christian remembrancer; or, The Churchman's Biblical, ecclesiastical ... - Page 299
1848
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Sabrinae corolla in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contextuerunt tres ...

Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - English poetry - 1801 - 328 pages
...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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Progressive Exercises in Latin Elegiac Verse

Charles Granville Gepp - English poetry - 1830 - 142 pages
...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 United States Magazine and Democratic Review

United States - 1842
...the mouldering wall, Bui 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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Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 8

1841
...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 wear}' ; Memory clings to the mouldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And...
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The Poets and Poetry of America: With an Historical Introduction

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1842 - 468 pages
...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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Ballads and Other Poems

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - American poetry - 1842 - 132 pages
...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 United States Democratic Review, Volume 10

United States - 1842
...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 Great Western Magazine and Anglo-American Journal of ..., Volume 1

United States - 1842
...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 New-York Review, Volumes 1-10; Volumes 19-20

American periodicals - 1842
...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 Monthly review. New and improved ser. New and improved ser, Volume 1

1842
...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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