Quotes
Quotes about Heart
Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man.
Oh would I were a boy again,
When life seemed formed of sunny years,
And all the heart then knew of pain
Was wept away in transient tears!
When every tale Hope whispered then,
My fancy deemed was only truth.
Oh, would that I could know again,
The happy visions of my youth.
But on and up, where Nature's heart
Beats strong amid the hills.
The beating of my own heart
Was all the sound I heard.
Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'T is only noble to be good.
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.
Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace!
Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,
While the stars burn, the moons increase,
And the great ages onward roll.
Of love that never found his earthly close,
What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts;
Or all the same as if he had not been?
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean.
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
But for the unquiet heart and brain
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise
Like dull narcotics numbing pain.
Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand!
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be!
Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.
I thought that he was gentle, being great;
O God, that I had loved a smaller man!
I should have found in him a greater heart.
Strength of heart
And might of limb, but mainly use and skill,
Are winners in this pastime.
The song that nerves a nation's heart
Is in itself a deed.
To do him any wrong was to beget
A kindness from him, for his heart was rich--
Of such fine mould that if you sowed therein
The seed of Hate, it blossomed Charity.
Whate'er thy joys, they vanish with the day:
Whate'er thy griefs, in sleep they fade away,
To sleep! to sleep!
Sleep, mournful heart, and let the past be past:
Sleep, happy soul, all life will sleep at last.
A good woman is a wondrous creature, cleaving to the right and to the good under all change: lovely in youthful comeliness, lovely all her life long in comeliness of heart.
Better trust all, and be deceived,
And weep that trust and that deceiving,
Than doubt one heart, that if believed
Had blessed one's life with true believing.
Our Country,--whether bounded by the St. John's and the Sabine, or however otherwise bounded or described, and be the measurements more or less,--still our Country, to be cherished in all our hearts, to be defended by all our hands.
O hearts that break and give no sign
Save whitening lip and fading tresses!
One flag, one land, one heart, one hand,
One Nation evermore!
Italy, my Italy!
Queen Mary's saying serves for me
(When fortune's malice
Lost her Calais):
"Open my heart, and you will see
Graved inside of it ‘Italy.'"
How good is man's life, the mere living! how fit to employ
All the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!
