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Put out my eyes, and I can see you still,
Slam my ears to, and I can hear you yet;
And without any feet can go to you;
And tongueless,

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head

O her beautiful eyes
they are as blue as the dew On the violet's bloom when the morning is new, And the light of their love is the gleam of the sun O'er the meadows of Spring where the quick shadows run: As the morn shirts the mists and the c...

IN Celia's face a question did arise,
Which were more beautiful, her lips or eyes
“ We,” said the eyes, “send forth those pointed darts Which pierce the hardest adamantine hearts
” “ From us,” repli'd the lips, “proceed those blisse...

the only parts of the body the same size at birth as they'll always be
"That's why all babies are beautiful," Thurber used to say as he grew blind -- not dark, he'd go on to explain, but floating in a pale light always, a kind of ca...

Глаза-хамелеоны… Зелёные глаза…
Да, с ними я знакома. И что могу сказать?..
Нельзя в них не влюбиться, они – янтарный мёд..
Кто им не покориться – пощады пусть не ждёт!

The curve of your eyes embraces my heartA ring of sweetness and dancehalo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,
And if I no longer know all I have lived
It’s that your eyes have not always been mine
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Extinguish Thou my eyes:
I still can see Thee,deprive my ears of sound:
I still can hear Thee,and without feet I still can come to Thee,and without voice I still can call to Thee
Sever my arms from me,

He left me, and himself he departed;
What fault was there in me
Neither at night nor in the day do I sleep in peace;
My eyes pour out tears

How wisely Nature did decree,
With the same Eyes to weep and see
That, having view'd the object vain,
They might be ready to complain

Her eyes, twin pools of mystic light,
The blend of star-sheen and black night;
O'er which, to sound their glamouring haze,
A man might bend, and vainly gaze

Your eyes go sad
You're
Listening to what I say
They doze, dream, fade out