“And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes.”

“Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams,Lover of loneliness, and wandering,Of upcast eye, and tender pondering!Thee must I praise above all other gloriesThat smile us on to tell delightful stories.”

“Then felt I like like some watcher of the skiesWhen a new planet swims into his ken;Like stout Cortes when with eagle eyesHe star'd at the Pacific-and all his menLook'd at each other with a wild surmiseSilent upon a peak in Darien”

“Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.”

“The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.”

“You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour...”

“His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead,Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed;”