Quotes
Quotes about Eye
When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I 'll bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed
A fairer spirit or more welcome shade.
Some write their wrongs in marble: he more just,
Stoop'd down serene and wrote them in the dust,--
Trod under foot, the sport of every wind,
Swept from the earth and blotted from his mind.
There, secret in the grave, he bade them lie,
And grieved they could not'scape the Almighty eye.
Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies,
And catch the manners living as they rise;
Laugh where we must, be candid where we can,
But vindicate the ways of God to man.
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish or a sparrow fall,
Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd,
And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Why has not man a microscopic eye?
For this plain reason,--man is not a fly.
All seems infected that th' infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundic'd eye.
Coffee, which makes the politician wise,
And see through all things with his half-shut eyes.
Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Me let the tender office long engage
To rock the cradle of reposing age;
With lenient arts extend a mother's breath,
Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death;
Explore the thought, explain the asking eye,
And keep awhile one parent from the sky.
Next o'er his books his eyes begin to roll,
In pleasing memory of all he stole.
See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll,
Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul.
By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd,
By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd,
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd,
By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourn'd!
Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs,
Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes.
O thou, whose certain eye foresees
The fix'd events of fate's remote decrees.
The big round tear stands trembling in her eye.
And every eye
Gaz'd, as before some brother of the sky.
But sure the eye of time beholds no name
So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame.
A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was,
Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye;
And of gay castles in the clouds that pass,
Forever flushing round a summer sky:
There eke the soft delights that witchingly
Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast,
And the calm pleasures always hover'd nigh;
But whate'er smack'd of noyance or unrest
Was far, far off expell'd from this delicious nest.
To sun myself in Huncamunca's eyes.
Fears of the brave, and follies of the wise!
From Marlb'rough's eyes the streams of dotage flow,
And Swift expires, a driv'ler and a show.
He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time:
The living throne, the sapphire blaze,
Where angels tremble while they gaze,
He saw; but blasted with excess of light,
Closed his eyes in endless night.
Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er,
Scatters from her pictured urn
Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.
Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes;
Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
While bright-eyed Science watches round.
