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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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.
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.
No eyes that have seen beauty ever lose their sight.
No eyes that have seen beauty ever lose their sight.
In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye at the last trump: for
the trumpet shall sound, and read more
In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye at the last trump: for
the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised
incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
The eye sees a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination awake.
The eye sees a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination awake.
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.
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.
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.
It is only the women whose eyes have been washed clear with tears who get the broad vision that makes read more
It is only the women whose eyes have been washed clear with tears who get the broad vision that makes them little sisters to all the world.
