Don Juan 01-060
Canto the First

LX

Her eye (I'm very fond of handsome eyes)
     Was large and dark, suppressing half its fire
Until she spoke, then through its soft disguise
     Flash'd an expression more of pride than ire,
And love than either; and there would arise
     A something in them which was not desire,
But would have been, perhaps, but for the soul
Which struggled through and chasten'd down the whole.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) ByronLong