Eye colour Quotes

“O dark brown eyes! O tangles of dark hair!”

“And how she’d open her green eyes,
As if in some immense surprise,”

“She was a sharp-jawed, pout-lipped beauty and her eyes were green as scum.”

“O sweet brown hat, brown hair, brown eyes,
Down-dropp’d brown eyes, so tender!”

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“So stir the fire and pour the wine,
And let those sea-green eyes divine
Pour their love-madness into mine:”

“Brownish color and black eyes are more closely related to the sublime, blue eyes and blond color to the beautiful.”

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

“I turning saw, throned on a flowery rise,
One sitting on a crimson scarf unroll’d;
A queen, with swarthy cheeks and bold black eyes,
Brow-bound with burning gold.”

“‘Eyes so black they draw one trembling near,
Brown eyes, caverns flooded with a tear,
Cloudless eyes, blue eyes so windy clear—’
        ‘O look at me!’”

“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: ...”

“The Musmee has brown velvet eyes
  Curtain’d with satin, sleepily;
You wonder if those lids would rise
  The newest, strangest sight to see;
But when she chatters, laughs, or plays
  Kôto, biwa, or samisen,
No jewel gleams with brighter rays
  Than flash from those dark lashes then.”

“Sweet poets of the gentle antique line,
  That made the hue of beauty all eterne,
  And gave earth’s melodies a silver turn,—
Where did you steal your art so right divine?—
Sweetly ye memoried every golden twine
  Of your ladies’ tresses:—teach me how to spurn
  Death’s lone decaying and oblivion stern
From the sweet forehead of a lady mine.
The golden clusters of enamouring hair
  Glow’d in poetic pictures sweetly well;—
Why should not tresses dusk, that are so fair
  On the live brow, have an eternal spell
In poesy?—dark eyes are dearer far
  Than orbs that mock the hyacinthine-bell.”