 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
 | 1903 - 1186 Seiten
...I wandered by the mill ; I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still. The Brookside. The beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. iud OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. 1809- Ay, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1903 - 664 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.... | |
 | John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Charles Francis Richardson, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard - 1904 - 608 Seiten
.../•"• ',-: an sicking by LH King. • • 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... | |
 | 1905 - 736 Seiten
...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,... | |
 | Joe Mitchell Chapple - 1905 - 504 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, 1 watch'd the long, long shade; And as it grew still longer, I did not... | |
 | 1905 - 528 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,... | |
 | Henry Van Dyke - 1905 - 354 Seiten
...it grew still longer, I did not feel afraid; For I Hsten'd for a footfall, I listen'd for a word,— But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. 16 He came not,— no, he came not, — The night came on alone, The little stars sat, one by one,... | |
 | Joe Mitchell Chapple - 1905 - 472 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 watched the long, long shade; And as it grew still longer, I did not... | |
 | Francis Fisher Browne - 1906 - 548 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... | |
 | 1906 - 810 Seiten
...heart 'sa Psalter, Rich in deep hymns of gratitude and love! HOOD, Ode to Rae Wilson, Esquire, st. 40 The beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. LORD HOUGHTON, The Brook-Side There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion, That... | |
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