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Eyes: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
In her eyes a thought Grew sweeter and sweeter, deepening like the dawn, A mystical forewarning.— T. B. ALDRICH — Pythagoras.
A gray eye is a sly eye, And roguish is a brown one; Turn full upon me thy eye, - Ah, how its wavelets drown one! A blue eye is a true eye; Mysterious is a dark one, Which flashes like a spark-sun! A black eye is the best one.— W. R. ALGER — Oriental Poetry.
Mirtsa Schaffy on Eyes.
There are whole veins of diamonds in thine eyes, Might furnish crowns for all the Queens of earth.— BAILEY — Festus. Sc. A Drawing Room.
These lovely lamps, these windows of the soul.— DU BARTAS — Divine Weekes and
Workes. First Week. Sixth Day. Eyes of gentianellas azure, Staring, winking at the skies.— E. B. BROWNING — Hector in the Garden.
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.— BRYANT — Oh, Fairest of the Rural Maids.
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 chasten'd down the whole.— BYRON — Don Juan. Canto I. St. 60.
With eyes that look'd into the very soul- * * * * * * Bright-and as black and burning as a coal.— BYRON — Don Juan. Canto IV. St. 94.
There are eyes half defiant, Half meek and compliant; Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm To bring us good or to work us harm.— S. PHEBE CARY — Dove's Eyes.
My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.— COLERIDGE — A Day-Dream.
Eyes, that displaces The neighbor diamond, and out-faces That sun-shine by their own sweet graces.— RICHARD CRASHAW — Wishes. To his
(Supposed) Mistress. Not in mine eyes alone is Paradise.— DANTE — Paradise. XVIII. 21.
A suppressed resolve will betray itself in the eyes.— GEORGE ELIOT — The Mill on the Floss. Bk. V. Ch. XIV.
An eye can threaten like a loaded and levelled gun, or can insult like hissing or kicking; or, in its altered mood, by beams of kindness, it can make the heart dance with joy.— EMERSON — Conduct of Life. Behavior.
Eyes are bold as lions,-roving, running, leaping, here and there, far and near. They speak all languages. They wait for no introduction; they are no Englishmen; ask no leave of age or rank; they respect neither poverty nor riches, neither learning nor power, nor virtue, nor sex, but intrude, and come again, and go through and through you in a moment of time. What inundation of life and thought is discharged from one soul into another through them!— EMERSON — Conduct of Life. Behavior.
To sun myself in Huncamunca's eyes.— HENRY FIELDING — The Life and Death of Tom Thumb the Great. Act I. Sc. 3.
Eyes so transparent, That through them one sees the soul. C.— THEOPHILE GAUTIER — The Two
Beautiful Eyes. Tell me, eyes, what 'tis ye're seeking; For ye're saying something sweet, Fit the ravish'd ear to greet. Eloquently, softly speaking.— GOETHE — April.
On woman Nature did bestow two eyes, Like Hemian's bright lamps, in matchless beauty shining, Whose beams do soonest captivate the wise And wary heads, made rare by art's refining.— ROBERT GREENE — Philomela.
Sonnet. I everywhere am thinking Of thy blue eyes' sweet smile; A sea of blue thoughts is spreading Over my heart the while.— HEINE — New Spring. Pt. XVIII. St. 2.
Her eyes the glow-worme lend thee, The shooting starres attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.— HERRICK — The Night Piece to Julia.
We credit most our sight; one eye doth please Our trust farre more than ten eare-witnesses.— HERRICK — Hesperides. The Eyes
Before the Ears. Thine eye was on the censer, And not the hand that bore it.— O. W. HOLMES — Lines by a Clerk.
The eyes of a man are of no use without the observing power. j. E. PAXTON HOOD. Blue! Gentle cousin of the forest-green, Married to green in all the sweetest flowers- Forget-me-not, - the blue bell, - and, that queen Of secrecy, the violet: what strange powers Hast thou, as a mere shadow! But how great, When in an Eye thou art alive with fate!— KEATS — Answer to a Sonnet by J. H.
Dark eyes-eternal soul of pride! Deep life in all that's true! Away, away to other skies! Away o'er seas and sands! Such eyes as those were never made To shine in other lands.— LELAND — Callirhoe.
And thy deep eyes, amid the gloom, Shine like jewels in a shroud.— LONGFELLOW — Christus. The Golden Legend. Pt. IV.
I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady, lambent light, -are luminous, but not sparkling.— LONGFELLOW — Hyperion. Bk. III. Ch. IV.
O lovely eyes of azure, Clear as the waters of a brook that run Limpid and laughing in the summer sun!— LONGFELLOW — The Masque of Pandora. Pt. I.
The flash of his keen, black eyes Forerunning the thunder.— LONGFELLOW — Christus. The Golden Legend. Pt. IV.
Within her tender eye The heaven of April, with its changing light. L— LONGFELLOW — The Spirit of Poetry. L. 45.
Since your eyes are so sharpe, that you cannot onely looke through a milstone, but cleane through the minde. γ.— LYLY — Euphues and his England.
P. 289. The learned compute that seven hundred and seven millions of millions of vibrations have penetrated the eye before the eye can distinguish the tints of a violet. S.— BULWER-LYTTON — What Will He Do With It? Bk. VIII. Ch. II.
Where did you get your eyes so blue? Out of the sky as I came through.— GEO. MACDONALD — Song in "At the Back of the North Wind." Ch. 33.
Those true eyes Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise The sweet soul shining through them. OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)- Lucile. Pt. II. Canto II. St. 3. And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.— MILTON — Il Penseroso. L. 39.
Ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence.— MILTON — L'Allegro. L. 121.
And the world's so rich in resplendent eyes, 'Twere a pity to limit one's love to a pair.— MOORE — ' Tis Sweet to Think.
And violets, transform'd to eyes, Inshrined a soul within their blue.— MOORE — Evenings in Greece.
Second Evening. Eyes of most unholy blue!— MOORE — Irish Melodies. By that Lake
whose Gloomy Shore. Those eyes, whose light seem'd rather given To be ador'd than to adore- Such eyes as may have looked from heaven, But ne'er were raised to it before!— MOORE — Loves of the Angels. Third Angel's Story. St. 7.
Bright as the sun her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.— POPE — Rape of the Lock. Canto II. L. 13.
Why has not man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly. Say, what the use, were finer optics giv'n, T' inspect a mite, not comprehend the heav'n?— POPE — Essay on Man. Ep. I. L. 193.
Dark eyes are dearer far Than those that mock the hyacinthine bell.— J. H. REYNOLDS — Sonnet.
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords. Romeo and Juliet-Act II. Sc. 2. L. 71. A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind.— Shakespeare — Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 334.
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command.— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 57.
But hers, which through the crystal tears gave light, Shone like the moon in water seen by night. Venus and Adonis. L. 491. Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes.— Shakespeare — Much Ado About Nothing. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 51.
Faster than his tongue Did make offence his eye did heal it up.— Shakespeare — As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 5. L. 116.
For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?— Shakespeare — Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 312.
Her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing and think it were not night.— Shakespeare — Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 20.
Her eyes, like marigolds, had sheath'd their light; And, canopied in darkness, sweetly lay, Till they might open to adorn the day. p. Rape of Lucrece. L. 397. Her two blue windows faintly she up-heaveth, Like the fair sun, when in his fresh array He cheers the morn, and all the earth re lieveth; And as the bright sun glorifies the sky, So is her face illumin'd with her eye. Venus and Adonis. L. 482. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces The age to come would say, "This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces."— Shakespeare — Sonnet XVII.
I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight. S.— Shakespeare — Much Ado About Nothing. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 85.
I see how thine eye would emulate the dia< mond: thou hast the right arched beauty of the brow.— Shakespeare — Merry Wives of Windsor. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 58。
Sometimes from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages. น.— Shakespeare — Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 163.
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.— Shakespeare — Tempest. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 407.
The image of a wicked heinous fault Lives in his eye: that close aspect of his Does show the mood of a much troubled breast.— Shakespeare — King John. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 71.
Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye; 'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable, That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things, Who shut their coward gates on atomies, Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, mur derers! X.— Shakespeare — As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 5. L. 10.
You have seen Sunshine and rain at once. *** those happy smilets, That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not t know What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence, As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.— Shakespeare — King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 19.
Thine eyes are like the deep, blue, boundless heaven Contracted to two circles underneath Their long, fine lashes; dark, far, measureless, Orb within orb, and line through line inwoven.— SHELLEY — Prometheus Unbound. Act II. Sc. 1.
Think ye by gazing on each other's eyes To multiply your lovely selves?— SHELLEY — Prometheus Unbound. Act VI. Sc. 4.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.— TENNYSON — In Memoriam. XXXII.
The Father of Heaven. Scoop, young Jesus, for her eyes, Wood-browned pools of Paradise- Young Jesus, for the eyes, For the eyes of Viola. Angels. Tint, Prince Jesus, a Duskèd eye for Viola!— FRANCIS THOMPSON — The Making of Viola. St. 2.
Si vous les voulez aimer, ce sera, ma foi, pour leurs beaux yeux. If you wish to love, it shall be, by my faith, for their beautiful eyes.— MOLIÈRE — Les Précieuses Ridicules.