Lord Byron on Eye colour

“Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!   Our virgins dance beneath the shade— I see their glorious black eyes shine; ...”

“Although her eyes be not of blue,   Nor fair her locks, like English lasses, How far its own expressive hue   The languid azure eye surpasses!Prometheus-like, from heaven she stole   The fire that through those silken lashes In darkest glances seems to roll,   From eyes that cannot hide their flashes: ...”