Don Juan, Canto 6.
The tender blue of that large loving eye.
The Corsair, Canto 1.
Now Laura moves along the joyous crowd,
Smiles in her eyes, and simpers on her lips;
To some she whispers, others speaks aloud;
To some she curtsies, and to some she dips;
Complains of warmth, and this complaint avow'd,
Her lover brings the lemonade,—she sips:
She then surveys, condemns, but pities still