I am unable to think that to-morrow, and after to-morrow, I shall see you no more; I cannot think that I am going to end my sad days at a distance from Paris; that the lips of an old man, of an unknown, should touch that hand which you hold within yours; no, in truth, I cannot think of all that, my dear sire, without having my poor heart
burst with despair.
The time is come, my child; let me pray over thee -- not FOR thee, dear abused poor heart
and innocent, but for them that be guilty of thy ruin and death, who need it more.
You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart
you wounded even then.
cried the agonized girl, turning passionately upon her parent as if her poor heart
He is so pure and poetic that my relations with him, transient as they were, have been one of the sweetest comforts to my poor heart
, which has already suffered so much.
Ogg's; anxiety about Stephen, Lucy, Philip, beat on her poor heart
in a hard, driving, ceaseless storm of mingled love, remorse, and pity.
If, when I hint to you of a Home that is before us, where I will be true to you with all my duty and with all my faithful service, I bring back the remembrance of a Home long desolate, while your poor heart
pined away, weep for it, weep for it
It'll soften your poor heart
, Dan'l,' laying her head upon his shoulder, 'and you'll bear your sorrow better; for you know the promise, Dan'l, "As you have done it unto one of the least of these, you have done it unto me",- and that can never fail under this roof, that's been our shelter for so many, many year
It is a poor heart
that never rejoices, and Whitsuntide had an air of coming as an agreeable break in the business complications of Grubb & Smallways.
Then, as usual, she was ashamed of herself for feeling happy at such an indecorous moment, and checked her pleasure, saying demurely, "O, George, how your poor heart
must bleed at the idea of being separated from your papa
Now that I have seen this mighty tree, vigorous with its four hundred years, I feel a desire to believe the legend for ITS sake; so I will humor the desire, and consider that the tree really watches over those poor hearts
and feels a sort of human tenderness for them.
Thinking is, or ought to be, a coolness and a calmness; and our poor hearts
throb, and our poor brains beat too much for that.