 But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. i Bat beneath the elm-tree ; I watched the long, long shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I...  Dwight's American Magazine - Seite 640herausgegeben von - 1847Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Alexander Charles Ewald - 1870 - 292 Seiten
...the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ; There was no burr of grasshopper, Nor chirp of any bird ; 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... | |
 | Asahel Clark Kendrick - 1871 - 484 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... | |
 | 1872 - 692 Seiten
...grew stiil 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,... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1872 - 712 Seiten
...was so agitated I hardly knew what the French for lunch was. And then our conversation dropped : and the beating of my own heart was all the sound I heard. Lunch came. I couldn't eat a bit : I should have choked. Bessy ate plenty, and drank a glass of beer.... | |
 | Abraham Holroyd - 1873 - 228 Seiten
...came on alone, The little stars set one by one, 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 sonnd I heard. Fast silent tears were flowing, when something; stood behind, A hand was on my shoulder,... | |
 | Living voices - 1873 - 588 Seiten
...the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ; There was no burr of grasshopper, Nor chirp of any bird, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat beneath the elm-tree, I watch'd the long, long shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 Seiten
...grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I listen' d for a footfall, I listen' d for a word — r up the lawn, nor at the wood was he. The next, with dirg He came not, — no, he came not— Tho night came on alone— Tho little stars sat one by one, Each... | |
 | 1873 - 296 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... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1874 - 798 Seiten
...instincts, unawares. The Men of Old. A man's best things are nearest him, Lie close about his feet. Ibid. The beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. / wandered by the Broohside. J. HOWARD PAYNE. 1792-1852. Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,... | |
 | BEETON - 1875 - 696 Seiten
...He came not, no, he came not, The night came on alone ; The little stars sat one by one, Each on its golden throne ; The evening air passed by my cheek,...But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound 1 heard. Аолыл writes : Will you kindly ask if any of your readers have a book called " Urgent... | |
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