278 Metaphors for heart

It was now the middle of November; and yet, as Matilda passed along, never to her did the sun shine so bright as upon this morning; never did her imagination comprehend that the human heart could feel happiness true and genuine as hers!

Wide-flush the fields; the softening air is balm; Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles; And every sense, and every heart is joy.

My heart was glad, w Elsie Duncan Yale, m Fred B. Holton, pseud.

A smouldering, dull, perpetual flame, As in a kiln, burns in my veins, Sending up vapors to the head, My heart has become a dull lagoon, Which a kind of leprosy drinks and drains; I am accounted as one who is dead, And, indeed, I think that I shall be soon.

I have every physical comfort, and yet my heart is often heavyoh, so very heavy; I know I am envied by many for my fine establishment; yet how joyfully would I give it all up and accept the meanest living for the children's freedomand your love.

His heart is a puddle of poison, his tongue a sting of iniquity, his brain a distiller of deceit, and his conscience a compass of hell.

And ye, women, be the daughters of Him from whose heart came your mothers; be the saviours of men, and neither their torment nor their prey!

And I want ter jine the chorus and ter tell 'em fur and near That I hain't got wealth nor beauty, but I'm mighty glad I'm here; That I'm getting old and wrinkled, like the husks around the corn, But my heart is all the sweeter on a bright September morn.

" But Dumps's heart was marble; he wouldn't budge.

The new heart is a happy little servant of Christ, listening to His orders, and doing what He wishes.

The moment I received the information I sent for him;and forcing my countenance to a serenity my heart was a stranger to, told him it was only to take a last leave of a person whom I had been so far mistaken in as to think deserving my affection: that I desired to see him once more, but having now seen my error, desired he would desist his visits for the future.

It recks not now, when all is over; But yet my heart will be A mourner still, though friend and lover Have both forgotten thee.

But the heartthe heart is unconquer'd still A host in its solitude!

"I am seeker of the stone, Living gem of Solomon; From the shore of souls arrived, In the sea of sense I dived; But what is land, or what is wave, To me who only jewel crave? Love's the air-fed fire intense, My heart is the frankincense; As the rich aloes flames, I glow, Yet the censer cannot know.

Let no [woman] dare From this hour be disloyal: if her heart Be flesh, if she have blood, and can fear, 'tis a daring Above that desperate fool that left his peace, And went to Sea to fight: 'tis so many sins An age cannot prevent 'em: and so great, The gods want mercy for: yet I must through 'em.

An honest man will not offer thee injury, probus non vult; if he were a brangling knave, 'tis his fashion so to do; where is least heart is most tongue; quo quisque stultior, eo magis insolescit, the more sottish he is, still the more insolent: "Do not answer a fool according to his folly."

and yet this heart Is thine, still thine, with Love's high chivalry And Faith that cannot die; but now its part Must be a higher knighthood,patiently To brook life's ills, and, pierced with many a dart, By sacrifice of self to merit thee.

1 'Tis not your beauty can engage My wary heart; The sun, in all his pride and rage, Has not that art; And yet he shines as bright as you, If brightness could our souls subdue.

Yolanda's spring had come, and her heart was a flower with the sacred bloom.

The souls of friends, like kings in progress, are Still in their own, though from the palace far: Thus her friend's heart her country dwelling was A sweet retirement to a coarser place; 260 Where pomp and ceremonies enter'd not, Where greatness was shut out, and business

The first long-waved line was the river itself; the three short-waved lines were the arm of the river and the two pools; the three snakes were the three winding roads; the two triangles representing the letter #A# were the two high-roofed round houses; the heart was the rock!

To my thinking, a fearless, believing heart is the best charm against the Plague.' 'Ay,' says Harry; 'that is the best charm doubtless.

If her heart was a lute, its highest and lowest chords had never been sounded hitherto.

The seeds are in your hands and mine; the heart of our foreign people is the soilthe time of planting is nowand the man or woman who by their kindness, their hospitality, their fair dealing, honesty, neighborliness, makes one of the least of these think well of Canada, is a Master Builder in this Empire.

He went complaining all the morrow 105 That he was cold and very chill: His face was gloom, his heart was sorrow, Alas!

278 Metaphors for  heart