There are eyes half defiant,
Half meek and compliant;
Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm
To bring us good or to work us harm,
646
PHOEBE CARY: _Doves' Eyes._

Soul-deep eyes of darkest night.
647
JOAQUIN MILLER: _Californian,_ Pt. iv.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.
648
TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxxii., St. 1.

The bright black eye, the melting blue,--
I cannot choose between the two.
649
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _The Dilemma._

These poor eyes, you called, I ween,
"Sweetest eyes were ever seen."
650
MRS. BROWNING: _Catarina to Camoens._

Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell.
651
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 21.