 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 feel afraid ; For I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word, — But the beating of my...  Blackwood's Lady's Magazine of the Belles Lettres, Music, Fine Arts, Drama ... - Страница 100по Blackwood's Lady's Magazine VOL.X 1841 - 1841Пълен 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... | |
 | 1840 - 818 страници
...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 I heard. Fast, silent tears were flowing, When something stood behind, A hand was on my shoulder, I knew its... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - 1846 - 320 страници
...noble state, may none the happier be Than I, the poor old Gardener of The old Manorial Hall. IV. L I WANDERED by the brook-side, I wandered by the mill,...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 feel afraid ; For I listened... | |
 | 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... | |
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