As if 'twere a breeze, with a flute's faint sigh.
Cone, Puck, for the midsummer sun grows strong,
And the life of the Lily may not belong.—Mab.
"GREEN EYES."
Having long been familiar with only one instance of the possession of eyes of this hue—the well-known case of the "green-eyed monster Jealousy,"—and not having been led by that association to think of them as a beauty, I have been surprised lately at finding them not unfrequently seriously admired. Ex. gr.:
"Victorian. How is that and green-eyed Gaditana
That you both wot of?
Don Carlos. Ay, soft emerald eyes!"