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.

My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.

My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.

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.

My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected.

My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected.

Eyes of gentianellas azure,
Staring, winking at the skies.

Eyes of gentianellas azure,
Staring, winking at the skies.

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.

Their eyes seem'd rings from whence the gems were gone.
[It., Parean l'occhiaje anella senza gemme.]

Their eyes seem'd rings from whence the gems were gone.
[It., Parean l'occhiaje anella senza gemme.]

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.

Seeing is not always believing.

Seeing is not always believing.