light heart

light heart

see under heavy heart.
See also: heart, light
References in classic literature ?
Then up he got with a light heart, free from all his troubles, and walked on till he reached his mother's house, and told her how very easy the road to good luck was.
My God, with what a light heart (comparatively speaking) did I write the concluding lines
Yesterday, at dusk, I was working in my shop with a light heart when the little hunchback, who was more than half drunk, came and sat in the doorway.
He had a merry and light heart, and as he went whistling along there came an ugly old woman, who said to him, 'Good-day, dear hunter
A post-nuptial explanation, which might be accepted with a light heart by a rougher man, might not be received with the same feeling by him.
I promised I wouldn't and Peter went off with a light heart.
Now, if it had been the old major I would have swung for him with a light heart.
Bumble left the building with a light heart, and bright visions of his future promotion: which served to occupy his mind until he reached the shop of the undertaker.
There was gravity in his face, but it was the gravity of a man who has learnt to look upon serious things with a light heart.
There are twelve chief men among you, and counting myself there are thirteen; contribute, each of you, a clean cloak, a shirt, and a talent of fine gold; let us give him all this in a lump down at once, so that when he gets his supper he may do so with a light heart.
Well, it’s a charming sight to see ye, anyway, at the Bould Dragoon; and sure it’s no harm to be kaping a Christmas eve wid a light heart, for it’s no telling when we may have sorrow come upon us.
It would be difficult to cross this melancholy desert of Saint Bruno's with a light heart.
Laying an affectionate and laughing touch on the boy's extended hand, as if it were at once his giddy head and his light heart, Mr.
The hard realities of the world, with many of its worst privations-- hunger and thirst, and cold and want--had all come home to him, from the first dawnings of reason; and though the form of childhood was there, its light heart, its merry laugh, and sparkling eyes were wanting.
For weeks he would not go there, would forget the hideous painted thing, and get back his light heart, his wonderful joyousness, his passionate absorption in mere existence.