On women, and their eyes…
Caution is advised, Gentlemen—from the moment of that first gaze…
Her eye (I’m very fond of handsome eyes)
Was large and dark, suppressing half its fire
Until she spoke, then through its soft disguise
Flash’d an expression more of pride than ire,
And love than either; and there would arise,
A something in them which was not desire,
But would have been, perhaps, but for the soul,
Which struggled through and chansten’d down the whole.
—Lord Byron, Don Juan (canto I, st. 60)
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