So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her.
Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart.
And with busy love toiled the Elves amid the withered leaves, and new strength was given to the flower; while, as day by day the friendless child watered the growing buds, deeper grew her love for the unseen friends who had given her one thing to cherish in her lonely home; sweet, gentle thoughts filled her heart
as she bent above it, and the blossom's fragrant breath was to her a whispered voice of all fair and lovely things; and as the flower taught her, so she taught others.
Did perhaps their hearts
despond, because lonesomeness had swallowed me like a whale?
They are good and kind; they are honest; but their hearts
are the hearts
But my heart
craved not pleasant food, and I fled secretly across the dark country and escaped by masters, that they should not take me unpurchased across the sea, there to win a price for me.
It may be that it was the talisman of a stern and severe, but yet a guardian spirit, who now forsook her; as recognising that, in spite of his strict watch over her heart
, some new evil had crept into it, or some old one had never been expelled.
As, however, Rosa was already able to write a legible hand when Cornelius so uncautiously opened his heart
, she did not despair of progressing quickly enough to write, after eight days at the latest, to the prisoner an account of his tulip.
This is certainly the heart
of an old maid," thought he.
Which fall'st into the soul like rain Upon the Siroc wither'd plain, And failing in thy power to bless But leav'st the heart
Sacred moments, when heart
talked to heart
in the silence of the night, turning affliction to a blessing, which chastened grief and strengthned love.
There was one of the Munchkin girls who was so beautiful that I soon grew to love her with all my heart
Two years did Elizabeth and I know the love that passeth all understanding, and day by day the chestnut upon her head was more and the gold less, till the day came that she had prophesied, and with the day a little child, whose hair had stolen all her mother's gold, as her heart
had drained away her mother's life.
prayed Natasha, with impatient emotion in her heart
, not crossing herself but letting her slender arms hang down as if expecting some invisible power at any moment to take her and deliver her from herself, from her regrets, desires, remorse, hopes, and sins.
The instant he told me he was Montesinos, I asked him if the story they told in the world above here was true, that he had taken out the heart
of his great friend Durandarte from his breast with a little dagger, and carried it to the lady Belerma, as his friend when at the point of death had commanded him.