When was the rainy day by longfellow written

He was the first American writer to translate Dante's " Divine Comedy. This poem has the famous line "Into each life some rain must fall," meaning that everyone will experience difficulty and heartache at some point.

The "day" is a metaphor for "life. Actively scan device characteristics for identification. Use precise geolocation data. Select personalised content. Create a personalised content profile. Measure ad performance. Select basic ads. Create a personalised ads profile. Select personalised ads. Apply market research to generate audience insights. He paints the picture of a heavy downfall and one might think of a storm, too, for the wind does not tire.

A vine, a kind of plant that needs support to grow and to keep standing, a kind of creeper, clings on to the wall to stay alive. In the next stanza, the poet writes about his life and how it resembles the situation described in the previous stanza. His life looks dark, too and his mind clings onto the Past and all hopes seem blurry in the storm.

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. 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 the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart!

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Your email address will not be published. The days to go out and play, those days of innocence and happiness, those days when we were shielded from the real world. As we grow older and wiser and gain more experiences we come to face the fact that not everything is rainbows and sunshine.

We begin to see that life is but a mere road with an excessive amount of bumps that we trip over.