Quotes
Quotes about Heart
How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
Still to ourselves in every place consigned,
Our own felicity we make or find.
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
What is your sex's earliest, latest care,
Your heart's supreme ambition? To be fair.
Alas! by some degree of woe
We every bliss must gain;
The heart can ne'er a transport know
That never feels a pain.
What female heart can gold despise?
What cat's averse to fish?
Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes;
Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
Their cause I plead,--plead it in heart and mind;
A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.
Hearts of oak are our ships,
Hearts of oak are our men.
Nor peace nor ease the heart can know
Which, like the needle true,
Turns at the touch of joy or woe,
But turning, trembles too.
Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell:
'T is virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.
Thy spirit, Independence, let me share;
Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye,
Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,
Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad
When he put on his clothes.
The sigh that rends thy constant heart
Shall break thy Edwin's too.
With spots quadrangular of diamond form,
Ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife,
And spades, the emblems of untimely graves.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;
And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased
With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.
How soft the music of those village bells
Falling at intervals upon the ear
In cadence sweet!
Here the heart
May give a useful lesson to the head,
And Learning wiser grow without his books.
An honest man, close-button'd to the chin,
Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within.
In every deed of mischief he had a heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute.
His form was of the manliest beauty,
His heart was kind and soft;
Faithful below he did his duty,
But now he's gone aloft.
Had I a heart for falsehood framed,
I ne'er could injure you.
Her air, her manners, all who saw admir'd;
Courteous though coy, and gentle though retir'd;
The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd,
And ease of heart her every look convey'd.
To the memory of the Man, first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
