 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 стор.
...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...it grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For 1 listened for a footfall, I listened for a word, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound... | |
 | 422 стор.
...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 стор.
...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... | |
 | Blackwood's Lady's Magazine VOL.X 1841 - 1841 - 500 стор.
...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... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - 1844 - 306 стор.
...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,...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... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - 1844 - 300 стор.
...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 стор.
...bird, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat beside the elm-tree, I watcht the long, long shade, And as it 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 стор.
...bird, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat beside the elm-tree, I watcht the long, long shade, And as it 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... | |
 | Theodore Dwight - 1847 - 838 стор.
...long shade, And as it grew still longer, J did not feel afraid ; For I listened for a foot-fall, 1 listened for a word, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound 1 heard. lie came not,— no, he came not, — The night came on alone ; '¡'In- little stars sal one... | |
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I listened 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 on alone, — The little stars sat, one by one, Each on his golden throne ; The evening air passed by my cheek,... 
