“Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting stars attend thee;
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.”
"The Night Piece to Julia".
Hesperides (1648)
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“It was the Rainbow gave thee birth,
And left thee all her lovely hues.”
William Henry Davies (1871–1940) British poet
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“Come forth I charge thee, arise,
Thou of the many tongues, the myriad eyes!”
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892) British poet laureate
Ode to Memory (1830)
Context: Come forth I charge thee, arise,
Thou of the many tongues, the myriad eyes!
Thou comest not with shows of flaunting vines
Unto mine inner eye,
Divinest Memory!
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"Bedouin Song" (1853), in The Poetical Works of Bayard Taylor (1907), p. 69.
Source: The Poems of Bayard Taylor
Context: I love thee, I love but thee,
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars are old,
And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
Context: From the Desert I come to thee
On a stallion shod with fire;
And the winds are left behind
In the speed of my desire.
Under thy window I stand,
And the midnight hears my cry:
I love thee, I love but thee,
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars are old,
And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
“The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald book The Beautiful and Damned
Source: The Beautiful and Damned
“Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life;
Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o’er thee.”
Venice Preserv'd (1682), Act v. Sc. 1. Compare: "Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart", Thomas Gray, The Bard, part i. stanza 3.