"Dove-eyed" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... and found the place and exact number. Fortune favored him. Standing at the door of a neat little frame cottage he beheld a young girl talking with two little children. She was not the blue-eyed, golden-haired girl of his dreams, but a sweet, earnest dove-eyed darling. And what care he, whether her eyes were blue or brown, if her name were only Annie? Oh, how could he ...
— How Ethel Hollister Became a Campfire Girl • Irene Elliott Benson
... crouch'd, O Victor France! Beneath the lightning of thy lance; With treacherous dalliance courting PEACE—[163:A] But soon upstarting from his coward trance The boastful bloody Son of Pride betray'd His ancient hatred of the dove-eyed Maid. A cloud, O Freedom! cross'd thy orb of Light, And sure he deem'd that orb was set in night: For still does MADNESS roam on GUILT'S bleak ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Vol I and II • Samuel Taylor Coleridge
... rudely strung thy lyre, Its tones can guile the dark and lonesome day— Can smooth the wrinkled brow, And dry the sorrowing tear. Thine many a bliss—oh, many a solace thine! By thee up-held, the soul asserts her throne, The chastened passions sleep, And dove-eyed Peace prevails. And thou, fair Hope! when other comforts fail— When night's thick mists descend—thy beacon flames, Till glow the dark clouds round With beams of promised bliss. Thou failest not, when, mute the soothing lyre, Lives thy unfading ...
— My Schools and Schoolmasters - or The Story of my Education. • Hugh Miller
... Stavornell, tall, graceful, beautiful, looking as one might look whose lifelong martyrdom had come at last to a glorious end; Captain Crawford, bronzed, agitated, a trifle nervous, short of stature, slight of build, with a rather cynical mouth and a small dark moustache; the Hon. Mrs. Brinkworth, a timid, dove-eyed, little wisp of a woman, with a clinging, pathetic, almost childish manner, her soft eyes red with grief, her mobile mouth a-quiver with pain, the marks of tears on her lovely little face; and, last of all, Colonel Murchison, heavy, bull-necked, ponderous of body, and purple of visage ...
— Cleek, the Master Detective • Thomas W. Hanshew
... vision of the creaking carts, and the little sleek oxen, dove-colored and dove-eyed, with their canvas mantles tied neatly on to keep off heat and flies, lounging on with their light load of vine and olive twigs beneath the blazing southern sun. When should she see the sun once more? ...
— Hereward, The Last of the English • Charles Kingsley |
