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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 the beating... "
The Guide to the Indian Civil Service, Containing Directions for Candidates ... - Page 141
by Alexander Charles Ewald - 1870 - 268 pages
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The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volume 9

Fashion - 422 pages
...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...drew me nearer, nearer, — we did not speak a word, But the beating of our own hearts was all the sound we heard. The following little song by Mrs. Fairlie,...
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The Evergreen, Volume 1

New York (N.Y.) - 1840 - 818 pages
...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...me nearer — nearer — We did not speak a word, But the beating of our own hearts Was all the sound we heard. HYDRANGEA. — It may not be known to...
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Poetry for the People: And Other Poems

Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton), Richard Monckton Milnes Baron Houghton - 1840 - 200 pages
...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 the beating of our own hearts Was all the sound...
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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 - 500 pages
...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...nearer — nearer ; We did not speak a word ; For the bunting of our own hearts BUONAPARTE AND THE FAIR PROPHETESS. WARNING THE FIRST. EN Buonaparte * was...
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Poems of Many Years

Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - English poetry - 1844 - 306 pages
...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...It drew me nearer — nearer, — We did not speak one word, For the beating of our own hearts Was all the sound we heard. V. SHE never loved but once,...
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Poems of Many Years

Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - English poetry - 1844 - 300 pages
...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 land : It drew me nearer — nearer, — We did not speak one word, For the beating of our own hearts...
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The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 558 pages
...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...It drew me nearer — nearer, — We did not speak one word, For the beating of our own hearts Was all the sound we heard. SONG OF THOUGHTS. LET the lays...
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1846 - 540 pages
...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...It drew me nearer — nearer, — We did not speak one word, For the beating of our own hearts Was all the sound we heard. SONG OF THOUGHTS. LET the lays...
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Poems of Many Years

Richard Monckton Milnes Baron Houghton - 1846 - 302 pages
...the sound I heard. Fast silent tears were flowing, When something stood behind, — A hand was on rny shoulder, I knew its touch was kind : It drew me nearer — nearer, — We did not speak one word, For the beating of our own hearts Was all the sound we heard. V. SHE never loved but once,...
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The poor cousin [by E. Daniel] ed. by the author of 'The Scottish heiress ...

Elizabeth Daniel - 1846 - 954 pages
...frightened companion's arms. CHAPTER XV. ' He drew me closer, closer, Bat still we spoke no word; And the beating of our own hearts Was all the sound we heard !" THE consequences of the exciting scenes she had gone through, acting on a mind and body debilitated...
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