 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 Seiten
...the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ; There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. 1 sat beneath the elm-tree, I watched the long, long shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not... | |
 | 422 Seiten
...brook flow — tho noisy wheel was still ; There was no burr of grasshopper, n« chirp of any hird, But the beating of my own heart was all the sound I heard. I sat beneath the elm-tree, I watched the long long shade, And, as it grew still longer, I did not... | |
 | Baroness Rosina Bulwer Lytton Lytton - 1839 - 296 Seiten
...came on alone, The little stars sat one by one, Each on his golden throne ; The evening air pass'd by my cheek, The leaves above were stirr'd, But the...beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard." RM MILNES. " And why not death, rather than living torment ? To die is to be banish'd from myself."... | |
 | 1840 - 818 Seiten
...the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still. There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird—- But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat beneath the elm-tree, I watched the long, long shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not... | |
 | Blackwood's Lady's Magazine VOL.X 1841 - 1841 - 500 Seiten
...it 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... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - 1844 - 306 Seiten
...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. 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
...the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ; There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard I sat beneath the elm-tree, I watched the long, long, shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 Seiten
...grew 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,... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes Baron Houghton - 1846 - 302 Seiten
...— I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ; There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird, But the beating of my own heart...flowing, When something stood behind, — A hand was on rny shoulder, I knew its touch was kind : It drew me nearer — nearer, — We did not speak one word,... | |
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But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat beneath the elm-tree, I watched the long, long, shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word, — But the beating of my... 
