 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...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. 1 sat beneath the elm-tree, I watched the long, long shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not... | |
 | Fashion - 422 pages
...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 sound I heard. Fast silent tears were flowing — when something stood behind — A hand was on my shoulder — I... | |
 | Baroness Rosina Bulwer Lytton Lytton - 1839 - 296 pages
...aware of it till a servant met him, and told him that Mr. Spoonbill was in the library. CHAPTER XII. " The night came on alone, The little stars sat one by one, Each on his golden throne ; The evening air pass'd by my cheek, The leaves above were stirr'd, But the beating... | |
 | New York (N.Y.) - 1840 - 818 pages
...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... | |
 | Blackwood's Lady's Magazine VOL.X 1841 - 1841 - 500 pages
...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 sound I heard. Fast silent tears were Bowing, When something stood behind ; A hand was on my shoulder, — I knew... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - English poetry - 1844 - 306 pages
...elm-tree, I watched the long, long, shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word, —...beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. 244 The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirr'd, — But the beating of my own... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - English poetry - 1844 - 300 pages
...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, When something stood behind, — A hand was on my shoulder, I knew... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 558 pages
...one, Each on a golden throne ; The evening air past 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, When something stood behind, — A hand was on my shoulder, I knew... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - English poetry - 1846 - 320 pages
...elm-tree, I watched the long, long, shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word, —...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... | |
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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... 
