hea't

It wuz a easy face ter 'member; an' I swo 'den,' way down deep in my hea't, little ez I wuz, dat some day er 'nother I'd kill dat man.

The Marrow of Tradition 1895

"Bless its 'ittle hea't! it's de we'y spit an' image er its pappy!"

The Marrow of Tradition 1895

But I ain 'gwine ter tell him, whether I git my money back er no, fer he is jes' so wrop 'up in dat boy dat I b'lieve it'd jes' break his hea't ter fin 'out how he's be'n gwine on.

The Marrow of Tradition 1895

"Bless its 'ittle hea't!" exclaimed Mammy Jane, as she held up the tiny mite, which bore as much resemblance to mature humanity as might be expected of an infant which had for only a few minutes drawn the breath of life.

The Marrow of Tradition 1895

But my hea't is full o 'cuss-wo'ds w'en I's trampin' thoo de snow.

The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar Paul Laurence Dunbar 1889

I 's erfeahed dat dey 'll quit bitin', case dey hyeah my hea't go "thump,"

The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar Paul Laurence Dunbar 1889

W'en huh hea't is open fu 'de love you gwine to gin,

The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar Paul Laurence Dunbar 1889

In de ve'y hea't o 'midnight, w'en I 's sleepin' good an 'soun',

The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar Paul Laurence Dunbar 1889

But de hea't goes into bus'ness fu 'to he'p erlong de eah,

The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar Paul Laurence Dunbar 1889

W'y my hea't nigh broke wid grievin '' twell I seed him on de street;

The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar Paul Laurence Dunbar 1889