Quotes
Quotes about Heart
In ourselves
In our own honest hearts and chainless hands
Will be our safeguard:
Hail to the land whereon we tread,
Our fondest boast!
The sepulchres of mighty dead,
The truest hearts that ever bled,
Who sleep on glory's brightest bed,
A fearless host:
No slave is here:--our unchained feet,
Walk freely as the waves that beat
Our coast.
A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.
On this hapless earth
There's small sincerity of mirth,
And laughter oft is but an art
To drown the outcry of the heart.
'T was then we luvit ilk ither weel,
'T was then we twa did part:
Sweet time--sad time! twa bairns at scule--
Twa bairns and but ae heart.
And we, with Nature's heart in tune,
Concerted harmonies.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder:
Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!
Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or kindly smile
Can this fond heart forget.
She stood breast-high amid the corn
Clasped by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of the sun,
Who many a glowing kiss had won.
And there is even a happiness
That makes the heart afraid.
But evil is wrought by want of thought,
As well as want of heart.
Peace and rest at length have come
All the day's long toil is past,
And each heart is whispering, "Home,
Home at last."
Each cloud-capt mountain is a holy altar;
An organ breathes in every grove;
And the full heart's a Psalter,
Rich in deep hymn of gratitude and love.
There's a hope for every woe,
And a balm for every pain,
But the first joys of our heart
Come never back again!
Tho' lost to sight, to memory dear
Thou ever wilt remain;
One only hope my heart can cheer,--
The hope to meet again.
Oh, fondly on the past I dwell,
And oft recall those hours
When, wandering down the shady dell,
We gathered the wild-flowers.
Yes, life then seemed one pure delight,
Tho' now each spot looks drear;
Yet tho' thy smile be lost to sight,
To memory thou art dear.
Oft in the tranquil hour of night,
When stars illume the sky,
I gaze upon each orb of light,
And wish that thou wert by.
I think upon that happy time,
That time so fondly loved,
When last we heard the sweet bells chime,
As thro' the fields we roved.
He touched his harp, and nations heard, entranced,
As some vast river of unfailing source,
Rapid, exhaustless, deep, his numbers flowed
And opened new fountains in the human heart.
And oh! I shall find how, day by day,
All thoughts and things look older;
How the laugh of pleasure grows less gay,
And the heart of friendship colder.
The union of lakes, the union of lands,
The union of States none can sever,
The union of hearts, the union of hands,
And the flag of our Union forever!
The surest way to hit a woman's heart is to take aim kneeling.
Tell him I lingered alone on the shore,
Where we parted, in sorrow, to meet nevermore;
The night-wind blew cold on my desolate heart
But colder those wild words of doom,--"Ye must part."
I like a church; I like a cowl;
I like a prophet of the soul;
And on my heart monastic aisles
Fall like sweet strains or pensive smiles:
Yet not for all his faith can see
Would I that cowléd churchman be.
Out from the heart of Nature rolled
The burdens of the Bible old.
Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.
Born for success he seemed,
With grace to win, with heart to hold,
With shining gifts that took all eyes.
Go where he will, the wise man is at home,
His hearth the earth, his hall the azure dome.
