Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.
Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise
The sweet soul shining thro' them.
OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., St. 3.
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,
PHOEBE CARY: _Doves' Eyes._
Soul-deep eyes of darkest night.
JOAQUIN MILLER: _Californian,_ Pt. iv.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.
TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxxii., St. 1.
The bright black eye, the melting blue,--
I cannot choose between the two.
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _The Dilemma._
These poor eyes, you called, I ween,
"Sweetest eyes were ever seen."
MRS. BROWNING: _Catarina to Camoens._
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell.
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 21.