 But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. i Bat beneath the elm-tree ; I watched the long, long shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I...  Dwight's American Magazine - Page 640edited by - 1847Full view - About this book
 | Book - Ballads, English - 1865 - 308 pages
...brook flow, The uoisy wheel was still ; There was no burr of grasshopper, No ehirp of any bird, Hut the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat beside the elm-tree, I wateh 'd the long, long shade, And, as it grew still longer, I did not... | |
 | Coventry Patmore - Children's poetry - 1866 - 374 pages
...brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ; There was no burr of grasshopper, Nor chirp of any bird ; Bat 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. And as it grew still longer I did not feel... | |
 | Elizabeth A. Thurston - Quotations - 1866 - 320 pages
...night came on alone, The little stars sat one by one, Each on his golden throne; The evening air past by my cheek, The leaves above were stirred; But the beating of my own heart Fast silent tears were flowing, When something stood behind, A hand was on my shoulder, I knew its... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - English poetry - 1868 - 258 pages
...of my own heart He came not,—no, he came not,— The night came on 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 of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. Fast, silent, tears were flowing,... | |
 | 1869 - 184 pages
...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, And as it grew still longer, I did not... | |
 | denis duval - 1869 - 428 pages
...speaking very rapidly. hardly knew what the French for lunch was. And then our conversation dropped : and the beating of my own heart was all the sound I heard. Lunch came. I couldn't eat a bit : I should have choked. Bessy ate plenty, and drank a glass of beer.... | |
 | W.M. Thackeray - 1869
...BBSST'S RBSLEOTIONS. hardly knew what the French for lunch was. And then our conversation dropped : and the beating of my own heart was all the sound I heard. Lunch came. I couldn't eat a bit : I should have choked. Bessy ate plenty, and drank a glass of beer.... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1869 - 444 pages
...BissT'S REFLECTIONS. hardly knew what the French for lunch was. And then our conversation dropped : and the beating of my own heart was all the sound I heard. Lunch came. I couldn't eat a bit : I should have choked. Bessy ate plenty, and drank a glass of beer.... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - England - 1869 - 432 pages
...BUSSY'S REFLECTIONS. hardly knew what the French for lunch was. And then our conversation dropped : and the beating of my own heart was all the sound I heard. Lunch came. I couldn't eat a bit : I should have choked. Bessy ate plenty, and drank a glass of beer.... | |
 | Lady Frances Parthenope Verney - 1870 - 384 pages
...A SUMMER'S NIGHT. " He came not ; no, he came not : The night came on alone, The little stars sate one by one Each on his golden throne ; The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves at once were stirred, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard." — LORD HOUGHTON.... | |
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