 I wandered by the brook-side, I wandered by the mill, I could not hear 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.  The Evergreen - Страница 21840Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 страници
...good for man. / WANDERED BY THE BROOKSIDE. I WANDERED by the brook-side, 1 wandered by the mill, — 1 could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was...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... | |
 | 422 страници
...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... | |
 | Blackwood's Lady's Magazine VOL.X 1841 - 1841 - 500 страници
...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) - 1844 - 300 страници
...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... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - 1844 - 306 страници
...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. 244 The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirr'd, — But the beating of my own... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 страници
...death thy voices, Listen we however near. PASTORAL SONG. I «. a M: MI 'n by the brook-side, I wander'd by the mill, — I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ; There wu no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 страници
...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 ort alone, — The little stars sat one by one,... | |
 | Theodore Dwight - 1847 - 838 страници
...[Junes Veby. I Waiidered by tbe Brook Side. I wandered by the brook-side, I wandered by the mill; 1 could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still; There was no burr of grasshoppers, Mo chirp of any bird, But tlie beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat... | |
 | Mrs. Warren (Eliza) - 1751 - 206 страници
...rudeness and barbarism of the present Arab nhabitants of these ruins. POETRY. SOXG. BY li. M. MILNBS. ' I WANDERED by the brook-side, I wandered by the mill,...wheel was still. There was no burr of grasshopper, If o chirp of any bird ; But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. 170 171 I sat beneath... | |
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