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.
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No eyes that have seen beauty ever lose their sight.
No eyes that have seen beauty ever lose their sight.
The eyes are the mirror of the soul
The eyes are the mirror of the soul
With eyes that look'd into the very soul--
. . . .
Bright--and as black and burning read more
With eyes that look'd into the very soul--
. . . .
Bright--and as black and burning as coal.
Seeing is not always believing.
Seeing is not always believing.
There are whole veins of diamonds in thine eyes,
Might furnish crowns for all the Queens of earth.
There are whole veins of diamonds in thine eyes,
Might furnish crowns for all the Queens of earth.
What we learn only through the ears makes less impression upon our minds than what is presented to the trustworthy read more
What we learn only through the ears makes less impression upon our minds than what is presented to the trustworthy eye.
You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.
You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.
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.
Thy neck is a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in
Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: read more
Thy neck is a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in
Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower
Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
