 no, he came not, The night came on alone, The little stars sat one by one Each on his golden throne ; The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirred, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.  The Medical Times and Gazette - Seite 271861Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
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...grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word, But the beating of my own heart was all the sound I heard. He came not— no, he came not, the night came on alone, The little stars sat one by one, each on his... | |
 | 1840 - 818 Seiten
...Each on his golden throne; The evening air pa»t by my cheek, The leaves above ware stirred, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. Fast, silent tears were flowing, When something stood behind, A hand was on my shoulder, I knew its... | |
 | Blackwood's Lady's Magazine VOL.X 1841 - 1841 - 500 Seiten
...Each on his golden throne ; The evening air pass'd by my cheek, The leaves above were stirred ; But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. Fast silent tears were Bowing, When something stood behind ; A hand was on my shoulder, — I knew... | |
 | Richard H. Horne - 1844 - 356 Seiten
...the poet's heart never beats so tumultuously as to suspend his observation of the beating of it — " And the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I beard." The general estimate of him, in brief, is a thinking feeling man, worshipping and loving as... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - 1844 - 306 Seiten
...still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. 244 The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirr'd, — But the beating of my own... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - 1844 - 300 Seiten
...still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came on alone, — The little stars sat one by one,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 Seiten
...still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I listen'd for a footfall, I listen'd for a word, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came on alone, — The little stars sat one by one,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 Seiten
...still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I listen'd for a footfall, I listen'd for a word, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came ort alone, — The little stars sat one by one,... | |
 | Theodore Dwight - 1847 - 838 Seiten
...one, Each on his golden throne. The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirred, But the beating of my own heart, Was all the sound I heard. Fast silent tears were flowing, When something stood behind, A hand was on rny shoulder, I knew its... | |
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