Weak eyes are fondest of glittering objects.

Weak eyes are fondest of glittering objects.

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.

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.

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

Not in mine eyes alone in Paradise.

Not in mine eyes alone in Paradise.

My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.

My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright read more

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one:
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.

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.

The learned compute that seven hundred and seven millions of
millions of vibrations have penetrate the eye before the read more

The learned compute that seven hundred and seven millions of
millions of vibrations have penetrate the eye before the eye can
distinguish the tints of a violet.