Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping? — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When'er into thine eyes I see, All pain and sorrow fly from me. [Ger., Wenn ich in deine Augen sch' So schwindet… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
“How Low am I, thou painted Maypole? Speak: How Low am I? I am not yet so Low But that my Nails… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black and loving… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thine eyes that clouds with anger and sorrow, shall not desereve to see tomorrow. Thine heart that is afflicted with blood and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause a while from learning to be wise. There mark what ills… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image