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" 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 its touch was kind : It drew me nearer — nearer, — We did not speak one word, For... "
Robert Merry's Museum - Страница 121
1851
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 страници
...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...But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound 1 heard. Fast silent tears were flowing, When something stood behind, A hand was on my shoulder, I...

The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Том 9

422 страници
...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...by 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...

Cheveley, Or, The Man of Honour, Том 2

Baroness Rosina Bulwer Lytton Lytton - 1839 - 296 страници
...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 of my own heart Was all the sound...

The Evergreen, Том 1

1840 - 818 страници
...listened for a foot-fall, 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...by one, Each on his golden throne; The evening air pa»t by my cheek, The leaves above ware stirred, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound...

Poetry for the People: And Other Poems

Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton), Richard Monckton Milnes Baron Houghton - 1840 - 200 страници
...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...by one, Each on his 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...

Blackwood's Lady's Magazine of the Belles Lettres, Music, Fine Arts, Drama ...

Blackwood's Lady's Magazine VOL.X 1841 - 1841 - 500 страници
...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...by 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...

Poems of Many Years

Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - 1844 - 300 страници
...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...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,...

The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 страници
...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...alone, — The little stars sat one by one, Each on a golden throne ; The evening air past by my cheek, The leaves above were stirr'd, — But the beating...

Poems of Many Years

Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - 1846 - 300 страници
...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...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,...

Timethrift; or, All hours turned to good account, conducted by mrs. Warren

Mrs. Warren (Eliza) - 1751 - 206 страници
...beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. He came not — no, he came not — The night enme on alone, The little stars sat, one by one, Each on...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,...




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