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bleeding heart

n.
1. Any of various perennial herbs of the genera Dicentra and Lamprocapnos, especially L. spectabilis, widely cultivated for its arching clusters of pink to red or white heart-shaped flowers.
2. A person who is considered excessively sympathetic toward those who claim to be underprivileged or exploited.

bleed′ing-heart′ adj.

bleeding heart

n
1. (Plants) any of several plants of the genus Dicentra, esp the widely cultivated Japanese species D. spectabilis, which has finely divided leaves and heart-shaped nodding pink flowers: family Fumariaceae
2. informal
a. a person who is excessively softhearted
b. (as modifier): a bleeding-heart liberal.

bleed′ing heart′


n.
1. any of various plants belonging to the genus Dicentra, of the fumitory family, esp. D. spectabilis, having long clusters of rose or red heart-shaped flowers.
2. a person who makes an ostentatious display of pity or concern for others.
[1685–95]
ThesaurusAntonymsRelated WordsSynonymsLegend:
Noun1.bleeding heart - garden plant having deep-pink drooping heart-shaped flowersbleeding heart - garden plant having deep-pink drooping heart-shaped flowers
Dicentra, genus Dicentra - North American and Asian herbs with divided leaves and irregular flowers
herb, herbaceous plant - a plant lacking a permanent woody stem; many are flowering garden plants or potherbs; some having medicinal properties; some are pests
2.bleeding heart - someone who is excessively sympathetic toward those who claim to be exploited or underprivileged
well-wisher, sympathiser, sympathizer - someone who shares your feelings or opinions and hopes that you will be successful
Translations

bleeding heart

n (pej: = person) → Sensibelchen nt (inf)
References in classic literature ?
Among others, to show the whimsicality of their deadly seriousness, may be mentioned the following: The Bleeding Hearts, Sons of the Morning, the Morning Stars, The Flamingoes, The Triple Triangles, The Three Bars, The Rubonics, The Vindicators, The Comanches, and the Erebusites.
Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall, all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.
For answer he put his hand on my shoulder, and said, with infinite tenderness, "Friend John, I pity your poor bleeding heart, and I love you the more because it does so bleed.
Among pennons and flags bearing wounded hearts, burning hearts, bleeding hearts, bows and quivers, and all the commonplace emblems of the triumphs of Cupid, a blazoned inscription informed the spectators, that this seat of honour was designed for La Royne de la Beault
There was a bleeding heart, in tufts of paper lace; there were the three kings, gorgeously apparelled, and the ox and the ass and the shepherds; there was the Baby in the manger, and a group of angels, singing; there were camels and leopards, held by the black slaves of the three kings.
From that sweet enemy of mine My bleeding heart hath had its wound; And to increase the pain I'm bound To suffer and to make no sign.
The poor bleeding heart was still, at last, and the river rippled and dimpled just as brightly as if it had not closed above it.
And her eyes followed me with a kind of stony remorse which struck a chill to my bleeding heart.
Josh Aterovis' Bleeding Hearts introduces Readers to the son of a home-grown, homophobic local District Attorney.
So better for the bleeding hearts and the media, I hope I will satisfy you,' Duterte said in a speech in Malacanang.
Hidden Pain BENEATH the mangled silence Lie bleeding hearts at home Unhealed, forever injured For loved ones, no more to roam Our laws of justice abandoned No sense, just confusion reigns As the hydra-headed monster Strikes again and again and again Good triumphs over evil they say Love conquers all But numb from incomprehension We need a more consoling call We're part of a material world Prisoners of the Natural Law Victims of disaster, no mercy No escape through a hidden door Are we but the cruel pangs Of an aching, dying star With no answers to our rage To sufferance pushed too far?
I hate it when feather-bedded thesps pay flying visits to the desperate to parade their bleeding hearts and trumpet their infantile ideas on what must be done" - Broadcaster Michael Buerk.