 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 wind passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirred, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I...  Living English Poets– MDCCCLXXXII. - 82 psl.1883 - 325 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 psl.
...— 1 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. 1 sat beneath the elm-tree, I watched the long, long shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not... | |
 | 422 psl.
...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 psl.
...one, Each on his golden throne; The evening air pa»t by my cheek, The leaves above ware 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... | |
 | Blackwood's Lady's Magazine VOL.X 1841 - 1841 - 500 psl.
...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 - 300 psl.
...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... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - 1844 - 306 psl.
...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. 244 The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirr'd, — But the beating of my own... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 psl.
...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 I heard. He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came on alone, — The little stars sat one by one,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 psl.
...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 I heard. He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came ort alone, — The little stars sat one by one,... | |
 | Theodore Dwight - 1847 - 838 psl.
...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... | |
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