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More "Bleeding heart" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Maitland was advancing to Liverpool with the rapidity of steam. The packet waited but the arrival of the train in which he was a passenger, to leave the shores of England. With what bitterness he watched those receding shores, while memory wrote upon his bare and bleeding heart the record of joys identified with them, and fading like them for ever from his life, let each imagine for himself, for to such emotions no ...
— Evenings at Donaldson Manor - Or, The Christmas Guest • Maria J. McIntosh
... alighted and leaned for support against his horse, which stooped, when freed from the restraint of the rein, to browse on the rank verdure; and for a moment Edward envied the unconsciousness of the animal against which he leaned. He pressed his forehead against the saddle, and from the depth of a bleeding heart ...
— Handy Andy, Vol. 2 - A Tale of Irish Life • Samuel Lover
... safe to hand. Indeed, my dear, it would make a very pretty figure in a novel. A bleeding heart, slighted love, and all the et ceteras of romance enter ...
— The Coquette - The History of Eliza Wharton • Hannah Webster Foster
... cheerfully, as he helped her out of the carriage. "That's what you've kept me doing for just about a month. But I've manfully suppressed my curiosity and concealed the wounds in my bleeding heart until I could make inquiries ...
— Betty Wales Freshman • Edith K. Dunton
... the good man's trust depart, Though life its common gifts deny,— Though with a pierced and bleeding heart, And spurned of men, ...
— The World's Best Poetry, Volume 3 - Sorrow and Consolation • Various
... heart must deliver. It is a duty even more sacred in some ways than what I owe to my own kindred. I am aware that the hearts of the people are shocked into numbness by the recent horror. I know that more than one bleeding heart is in this house, and the shadow of the last enemy, has fallen over many thresholds in our town. What! did I not enter into the valley of the shadow of death myself as I stumbled over the ghastly ruins of that wreck, my soul torn in twain for the love of three of my own ...
— Robert Hardy's Seven Days - A Dream and Its Consequences • Charles Monroe Sheldon
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