“The beauty in her lover's eyes
Was admiration of her own.”

“Lover," she whispers, and closes her eyes.
It falls upon her.
Love is like dying.”

“All her lovers have passed, her beautiful lovers have passed,
The young and eager men that fought for her arrogant hand,
And the only voice which endures to mourn for her at the last
Is the voice of the lonely land.”

“… for a girl with eyes like hers has a will and is not ruled by anyone but a lover.”

“The glory of the day was in her face,
The beauty of the night was in her eyes.”

“Woman is a masterpiece of art to be admired and appreciated in her universal beauty.”

“The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom, is — to die.”

“She strode like a grenadier, was strong and upright like an obelisk, had a beautiful face, a candid brow, pure eyes, and not a thought of her own in her head.”

“Her blue eyes sought the west afar,
For lovers love the western star.”

“To whole room her eyes are numb,
As she reads from a true love story.
From the pages of a book her lover comes,
Her heart bleeds, it's a true love story.”