 | Princeton Review (Firm) - 2002 - 239 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... | |
 | 1917 - 688 pages
...one thinks of the old English castle, with its clinging ivy, or lives with Longfellow when he says: It rains and the wind is never weary; The vine still...gust the dead leaves fall. And the day is dark and drearyImagery is the key to independent thinking hi the sciences as well as in the arts and cultural... | |
 | 192 pages
...the moldering 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 moldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And... | |
 | Geoffrey O'Brien, Billy Collins - 2007 - 778 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... | |
 | Sarah Morgan Dawson, Francis Warrington Dawson - 2004 - 352 pages
...Her wartime refrain—"Better Days Are Coming"—now seemed but a cruel delusion. "My life is sad, and dark, and dreary, it rains, and the wind is never weary," she wrote on a cold September day in 1866. "Within and without it is unutterably gloomy. Can I bear... | |
 | William Roetzheim - 2006 - 760 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 ofyouth fall thick in the blast, and... | |
 | 136 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... | |
 | Timothy Rasinski, Lorraine Griffith - 2008 - 131 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 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. 
