 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
 | 1882 - 206 Seiten
...brook flow — The noisy wheel was still; There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird, Hut 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... | |
 | Otis Henry Tiffany - 1883 - 954 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...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... | |
 | 1883 - 378 Seiten
...heart Barn 18og 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,... | |
 | English poets - 1883 - 364 Seiten
...heai! Born 1809 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,... | |
 | 1883 - 378 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,... | |
 | William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard - 1883 - 394 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 Each on... | |
 | Familiar quotations - 1883 - 942 Seiten
...wandered by the mill, — I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still. The Brooluide. The beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. Ibid. WILLIAM MEE. She 's all my fancy painted her, She 's lovely, she 's divine. Alice Gray. JOHN... | |
 | Joseph H. Head - 1884 - 498 Seiten
...the sound I heard. He came not, — no, he came not ; The night camo on alone ; The little stars sat one by one Each on his golden throne; The evening air passed by my cheek. The leaves above wore stirred, — But the beating of my own heart Fast silent tears were flowing, When some one stood... | |
 | Albert Ellery Berg - 1884 - 824 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... | |
 | Esther J. Trimble Lippincott - 1884 - 536 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, Kach... | |
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