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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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.
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.
The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be
single, thy whole body shall be read more
The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be
single, thy whole body shall be full of light.
Wisdom is before him that hath understanding; but the eyes of a
fool are in the ends of the read more
Wisdom is before him that hath understanding; but the eyes of a
fool are in the ends of the earth.
My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected.
My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected.
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.
Eyes, that displaces
The neighbor diamond, and out-faces
That sun-shine by their own sweet graces.
Eyes, that displaces
The neighbor diamond, and out-faces
That sun-shine by their own sweet graces.
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.
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
