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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. "
Sabrinae corolla in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contextuerunt tres ... - 238 ÆäÀÌÁö
ÀúÀÚ: Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - 1801 - 328 ÆäÀÌÁö
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Analysis of the English language

Isaac Plant Fleming - 1869 - 346 ÆäÀÌÁö
...delights of early age, and they have proved a source of recreation to the most profound philosophers, x. The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall. xi. Take the instant way, For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast. xii....
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Vestina's Martyrdom; a Story of the Catacombs

Emma Raymond Pitman - 1869 - 476 ÆäÀÌÁö
...denounce them to the government, and obtain warrants for their apprehension." CHAPTER XXXV. "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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A manual of English prosody

Robert Frederick Brewer - 1869 - 88 ÆäÀÌÁö
...And so | make life, | death, and | that vast | for ev|er One grand, | sweet song. Kingsley: My life | is cold | and dark | and drear|y ; It rains | and the wind | is nev|er wear|y ; My thoughts | still cling | to the mould |ering Past, And the hopes | of youth | fall thick | in...
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The Bentley Ballads: Comprising The Tipperary Hall Ballads, Now First ...

1869 - 344 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 ; Memory clings to the mouldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days...
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Practical text-book of grammatical analysis

William Stewart Ross - 1870 - 72 ÆäÀÌÁö
...was shrieking, And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. — Campbell. The day is cold and dark and dreary ; It rains, and...weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, And at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. — Longfellow. With slow and...
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McGuffey's Fifth Eclectic Reader, 5±Ç

William Holmes McGuffey - 1879 - 372 ÆäÀÌÁö
...laughing at in contempt. In-eom-piit'i-ble, that can not exist together. LXXXIX. THE RAINY DAT. 1. THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and...wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the moldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall. And the day is dark and dreary. 2. My life...
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Forum: A Journal for the Teacher of English Outside the United States

1999 - 850 ÆäÀÌÁö
...the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves tail, 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 die mouldering Past, But die hopes of youth fall thick in die blast. And...
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Words that Taste Good

Bill Moore - 1987 - 180 ÆäÀÌÁö
...and perfect verb. And verbs, as we know, are the most powerful words. There's that repetition again! The day is cold, and dark, and dreary, It rains, and...dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW This reminds me of Tennyson's "Mariana:" With blackest moss the flower plots...
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Famous Poems from Bygone Days

Martin Gardner - 1995 - 212 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 hlast, And...
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The Complete Idiot's Guide to Writing Poetry

Nikki Moustaki - 2001 - 376 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 the...
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