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" 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 636
herausgegeben von - 1847
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Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Band 4

1887
...fixed there, Its wires ran past the hill. I heeded not the grasshopper, Nor chirp of any bird, For the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. To test this apparatus, One end I closely press'd, The other, at a distance, I hoped was next his chest...
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Works

William Makepeace Thackeray - 1884
...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....
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Bell's Ladies' Reader: a Class-book of Poetry for Schools and Families. With ...

David Charles Bell - 1885
...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...
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Red-letter Poems by English Men and Women

1885 - 648 Seiten
...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...
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The Royal Gallery of Poetry and Art: An Illustrated Book of the Favorite ...

Nathan David Thompson - 1886 - 19 Seiten
...night came on alone — The little stars sat one by one Each on his golden throne; The evening wind passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirred...But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound 1 heard. Fast, silent tears were flowing, When something stood behind ; A hand was on my shoulder —...
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Through the Kalahari Desert: A Narrative of a Journey with Gun, Camera, and ...

G. Antonio Farini - 1886 - 475 Seiten
...pulsation, as they breathed the slow, steady breath of deep sleep. I listened for a snort or snore, but— The beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard, as thump, thlimp, thump it throbbed against my ribs. Silently looking at each other to see that all...
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Crown Jewels, Or Gems of Literature, Art and Music: Being Choice Selections ...

Henry Davenport Northrop - 1888 - 632 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. He came not — no, he came not— The night came on alone — The little stars sat one by one, Each...
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The poets of the first half of the reign. The novelist-poets

Henry Fitz Randolph - 1887
...brookside, I wandered by the mill, — I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ; 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...
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North Country Poets: Poems and Biographies of Natives Or Residents of ...

William Andrews - 1888
...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 golden throne ; The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirr'd, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. Fast, silent, tears were flowing,...
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North Country Poets: Poems and Biographies of Natives Or Residents of ...

William Andrews - 1888
...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...
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