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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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.
The eyes are the mirror of the soul
The eyes are the mirror of the soul
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.
Weak eyes are fondest of glittering objects.
Weak eyes are fondest of glittering objects.
Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one.
Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one.
My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected.
My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected.
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
