 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 636herausgegeben von - 1847Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | 1879
...one. Each on its 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. A hand was on my shoulder , I knew its touch was kind . . . It drew me nearer, nearer, We did not speak... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1875
...grew st ill 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 hcard. MARIANA. 37 He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came on alone, — The little stars... | |
 | 1861
...patient Fill'd my mind with deepest gloom The Os was firm and riyid, Not a fibre of it stlrr'd ; And the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat me by her right aide, I watch'd her pale, pale cheek ; But as it grew still paler, I did not... | |
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