He saw a buxom, blooming young woman, with remarkably dove-like eyes that dwelt with timid, kindly curiosity upon him.
"The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 17, No. 104, June, 1866" by Various
When it was gone Daimur turned to look at the brown dove, which was lying quite still on the grass with its eyes closed.
"The Enchanted Island" by Fannie Louise Apjohn
But his lion-like eyes avoided her dove-like eyes; and an involuntary shudder ran through him.
"The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 106, August, 1866" by Various
He also caught sight of Mercy's dove-like eyes as she bestowed her alms, and they were lit with an inward lustre.
"The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 107, September, 1866" by Various
So when they met she was perfectly quiet; but her eyes were luminous, and her voice had a new dove-like note.
"Two on the Trail" by Hulbert Footner
The tender eyes of the innocent dove are those which He admires.
"Union And Communion" by J. Hudson Taylor
The mud-grimed hippos bellow; the dove-eyed elands bleat, When the clank of steel disturbs them, and the beat of sandalled feet.
"Famous Privateersmen and Adventurers of the Sea" by Charles H. L. Johnston
Who that ever saw those dove-like eyes could forget them?
"Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 62, No. 382, October 1847" by Various
See his black cap, his white breast, dove-colored wings, red legs and bill, and soft, bright eyes.
"Aunt Jo's Scrap-Bag VI" by Louisa M. Alcott
And the bride's dove-brown eyes got a little teary.
"IT and Other Stories" by Gouverneur Morris
Secure, let fluent parrots feign
The musick of the dove;
'Tis only in the eye may reign
The eloquence of love.
"The Complaint" by Washington Allston
A gentle maid, a dove-like soul,
An eye that knows no ill;
I met her from her rural walk,
Upon yon grassy hill.
"Susie" by James Avis Bartley
Ay, moralize,--is it not thus
We've mourn'd our hope and love?
Alas! there's tears for every eye,
A hawk for every dove!
"A Child Screening A Dove From A Hawk." by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Upon thy lips now lies
The music-dew of love;
And in thy deep blue eyes,
More mild than Heaven above
The meekness of the dove.
"Song To Isa Singing" by Thomas Holley Chivers
She wakes at last, her sleep has past,
Her eyes on me are thrown;
My sleeping love--my heavenly dove--
Has been in realms unknown.
"The Sleeper" by James Avis Bartley
We could not help and yet must see
The little head droop wearily,
The little eyes shine eerily,
My Dove! what have they done to thee?
"Our White Dove" by Gerald Massey
The eyes that are doves in this compelling exhibit are in the end our eyes, searching, restless and, as Stevens would have it, brooding.
David Urban's The Eye as Dove is at the Corkin Gallery to Oct 28, www.corkingallery.com.
TARA WALTON/TORONTO STAR Selections from David Urban's "The Eye as Dove" at the Corkin Gallery in Toronto's Distillery District.