 | Theodore Dwight - 1847 - 838 pages
...one, Each on his golden throne. The evening air passed 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 rny shoulder, I knew its... | |
 | English literature - 1850 - 140 pages
...; I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel waP 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... | |
 | Mrs. Warren (Eliza) - 1751 - 206 pages
...I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy 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 the elm-tree, I watched the long, long shade, And as it grew still longer, I... | |
 | 1851 - 398 pages
...one, Each on his golden throne. The evening air passed 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 knew its... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - English poetry - 1852 - 438 pages
...— 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. I sat beside the elm-tree, I watch'd the long, long shade. And as it grew still longer, I did not feel... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 pages
...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. I sat beneath the elm tree, I watch'd the long, long shade, For I listen'd for a footfall, I listen'd... | |
 | William Harrison Ainsworth - English periodicals - 1853 - 564 pages
...it grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I listened for a footstep, I listened for a word, But the beating of my own heart was all the sound I heard. AND Eleanor only longed to flee away and be at rest ; it seemed to her as if "enclosed were her .ways... | |
 | Margaret Casson - Women authors - 1855 - 256 pages
...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 own heart was all the sound I heard." KM MILSES. A\i> Eleanor only longed to flee away and be at rest; itseemed to her as if " enclosed were... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - Quotations, English - 1855 - 610 pages
...Eaeh on his golden throne ; The evening air pass'd by my eheek, Tin- leaven above were stirr'd, Hut the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. It. M. Milnes. FEASTING. Then all was jollity, feasting and mirth, light wantonness and laughter, Piping... | |
 | Charles Mackay - Love poetry - 1858 - 420 pages
...llto brook flow, William, Mothrrwell. The noisy whcol wn« utill. There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. si,I sat beneath the elm-tree, I watch'd the long, long shade ; And as it grew still longer, I did... | |
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I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. 
