Eye colour

"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."

"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."

"O dark brown eyes! O tangles of dark hair!"

"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: ..."

"He who wishes that his son should be born dark with red eyes, study three Vedas and attain a full term of life, should have rice cooked in water, and he and his wife should eat it with clarified butter. Then they would be able to produce such a son."

"‘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!’"

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

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

"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."

"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."

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