Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
The Rape of the LockAchilles’ eyes lift. They are bloodshot and dead. “I wish he had let you all die.
The Song of AchillesHarry," Bob drawled, his eye lights flickering smugly, "what you know about women, I could juggle.
Storm Front...She says with that misty far-away look in her eyes. Like conjunctivitis.
Soldier and Spice - An Army Wife's Life