HEART HEAVEN
The heart is a small thing, but desireth great matters. It is not sufficient for a kite's dinner, yet the whole world is not sufficient for it. Quarles—Emblems. Bk. I. Hugo de Anima. </poem>
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This house is to be let for life or years,
Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears;
Cupid, 't has long stood void; her bills make
known,
She must be dearly let, or let alone.
Quarles—Emblems. Bk. II. Epigram X.
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.
Christina G. Rossetti—A Birthday.
Malebranche dirait qu'il n'y a plus une ame:
Nous pensons humblement qu'il reste encor des
cceurs.
Malebranche would have it that not a soul
is left; we humbly think that there still are
hearts.
Edmond Rostand—Chantecler. Prelude.
C'est toujours un mauvais moyen de lire dans
le cceur des autres que d'affecter de cacher le
sien.
It is always a poor way of reading the hearts
of others to try to conceal our own.
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| work = Confessions. II.
Nicht Fleisch und Blut; das Herz macht uns
zu Vatern und Sohnen.
It is not flesh and blood but the heart which
makes us fathers and sons.
Schiller—Die Rduber. I. 1.
Even at this sight
My heart is turn'd to stone: and while 'tis mine,
It shall be stony.
Henry VI. Pt. II. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 49.
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The very firstlings of my heart shall be
The firstlings of my hand.
Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 147.
He hath a heart as sound as a bell and his
tongue is the clapper, for what his heart thinks
his tongue speaks.
Much Ado About Nothing. Act III. Sc. 2.
L. 12.
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at; I am not what I am.
Othello. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 64.
Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
Shelley—The Cenci. Act V. Sc. 2.
My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found
its sky in your eyes.
Rabdjdranath Tagore—Gardener. 31.
Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.
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| work = In Memoriam. Pt. VI.
idea in Lucretius. II. 579.
Same
L'oreille est le chemin du cceur.
The ear is the avenue to the heart.
Voltaire—fieponse au Roi de Prusse.
La bouche obeit mal lorsque le coeur murmure.
The mouth obeys poorly when the heart
murmurs.
Voltaire—Tancrede. I. 4.
Who, for the poor renown of being smart,
Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?
Young—Love of Fame. Satire II. L. 113.
Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himself,
That hideous sight, a naked human heart.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night III. L. 226.
HEAVEN
Love lent me wings; my path was like a stair;
A lamp unto my feet, that sun was given;
And death was safety and great joy to find;
But dying now, I shall not climb to Heaven.
Michael Angelo—Sonnet LXIII. After Sunset.
Nunc ille vivit in sinu Abraham.
Now he [NebridiusJ lives in Abraham's
bosom.
St. Augustine—Confessions. Bk. DC. 3. De
Anima. Bk. rV. 16. 24. He explains
that Abraham's bosom is the remote and
secret abode of quiet. Pounded on Luke.
XVI. 23.
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| text = <poem>Spend in pure converse our eternal day;
Think each in each, immediately wise;
Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say
What this tumultuous body now denies; ,
And feel, who have laid our groping hands away;
And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.
Rupert Brooke—New Numbers.
God keeps a niche
In Heaven, to hold our idols; and albeit
He brake them to our faces, and denied
That our close kisses should impair their white—
I know we shall behold them raised, complete,
The dust swept from their beauty, glorified,
New Memnons singing in the great God-light.
E. B. Browning—Sonnet. Futurity with the
Departed.
All places are distant from heaven alike.
| author = Burton
| work = Anatomy of Melancholy.
| place = Pt. II.
Sec. III. Memb. 4.
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| text = <poem>In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell.
| author = Byron
| work = Childe Harold. Canto I. St. 20.
?4 To appreciate heaven well
’Tis good for a man to have some fifteen minutes
of hell.
Will Carleton—Farm Ballads. Gone with a
Handsomer Man.
