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Thine eyes are springs in whose serene
And silent waters heaven is seen.
Their lashes are the read more
Thine eyes are springs in whose serene
And silent waters heaven is seen.
Their lashes are the herbs that look
On their young figures in the brook.
Her eye (I'm very fond of handsome eyes)
Was large and dark, suppressing half its fire
Until read more
Her eye (I'm very fond of handsome eyes)
Was large and dark, suppressing half its fire
Until she spoke, then through its soft disguise
Flash'd an expression more of pride than ire,
And love than either; and there would arise,
A something in them which was not desire,
But would have been, perhaps, but for the soul,
Which struggled through and chansten'd down the whole.
There is a road from the eye to heart that does not go through the intellect.
There is a road from the eye to heart that does not go through the intellect.
In her eyes a thought
Grew sweeter and sweeter, deepening like the dawn,
A mystical forewarning.
In her eyes a thought
Grew sweeter and sweeter, deepening like the dawn,
A mystical forewarning.
Their eyes seem'd rings from whence the gems were gone.
[It., Parean l'occhiaje anella senza gemme.]
Their eyes seem'd rings from whence the gems were gone.
[It., Parean l'occhiaje anella senza gemme.]
Weak eyes are fondest of glittering objects.
Weak eyes are fondest of glittering objects.
The Chinese say that we Europeans have one eye, they themselves
two, all the world else is blinde.
The Chinese say that we Europeans have one eye, they themselves
two, all the world else is blinde.
Those true eyes Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise The sweet soul shining through them
Those true eyes Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise The sweet soul shining through them
