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BEAUTIFUL EYES. 
TULIP. 
Tulipa. 
Language — BEAUTIFUL EYES. 
Those eyes, those eyes, how full of heaven they are, 
When the calm twilight leaves the heaven most holy ! 
Tell me, sweet eyes, from what divinest star 
Did ye drink in your liquid melancholy ? 
Tell me, beloved eyes ! 
Bulwer. 
I look upon the fair blue skies, 
And nought but empty air I see ; 
But when I turn me to thine eyes, 
It seemeth unto me 
Ten thousand angels spread their wings 
Within those little azure rings. 
O. W. Holmes. 
Those' eyes, 
Soft and capacious as a cloudless sky, 
Whose azure depths their color emulates, 
Must needs be conversant with upward looks, 
Prayer’s voiceless service. 
Wordsworth. 
The bright black eye, the melting blue,— 
I cannot choose between the two. 
But that is dearest, all the while, 
That wears for us the sweetest smile. 
O. W. Holmes. 
