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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... "
The Young Englishwoman - Seite 240
von BEETON - 1875
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 882 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. 1 sat beneath the elm-tree, I watched the long, long shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not...
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The New monthly belle assemblée, Band 9

...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...
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Cheveley: Or, The Man of Honour, Band 2

Baroness Rosina Bulwer Lytton Lytton - 1839
...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...
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Poetry for the People: And Other Poems

Richard Monckton Milnes Baron Houghton, Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - 1840 - 200 Seiten
...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 I heard. Fast silent tears were flowing, When something stood behind,— A hand was on my shoulder, I knew its...
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The Evergreen, Band 1

1840
...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...
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Blackwood's Lady's Magazine of the Belles Lettres, Music, Fine Arts, Drama ...

Blackwood's Lady's Magazine VOL.X 1841 - 1841
...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...
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Poems of Many Years

Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton), Richard Monckton Milnes Baron Houghton - 1844 - 275 Seiten
...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...
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Poems of Many Years

1844 - 275 Seiten
...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...
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The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 504 Seiten
...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...
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Poems of Many Years

Richard Monckton Milnes Baron Houghton - 1846 - 279 Seiten
...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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