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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383765" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Quiet Eye</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE ORB I like is not the one <br> That dazzles with its lightning gleam; <br>That dares to look upon the sun, <br> As though it challenged brighter beam. <br>That orb may sparkle, flash, and roll; <br> Its fire may blaze, its shaft may fly; <br>But not for me: I prize the soul <br> That slumbers in a quiet eye. <br> <br>There ’s something in its placid shade <br> That tells of calm, unworldly thought; <br>Hope may be crown’d, or joy delay’d— <br> No dimness steals, no ray is caught. <br>Its pensive language seems to say, <br> “I know that I must close and die;” <br>And death itself, come when it may,<br> Can hardly change the quiet eye. <br> <br>There ’s meaning in its steady glance, <br> Of gentle blame or praising love, <br>That makes me tremble to advance <br> A word, that meaning might reprove.<br>The haughty threat, the fiery look, <br> My spirit proudly can defy, <br>But never yet could meet and brook <br> The upbraiding of a quiet eye. <br> <br>There ’s firmness in its even light,<br> That augurs of a breast sincere: <br>And, oh! take watch how ye excite <br> That firmness till it yield a tear. <br>Some bosoms give an easy sigh, <br> Some drops of grief will freely start,<br>But that which sears the quiet eye <br> Hath its deep fountain in the heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eliza+Cook">Eliza Cook</a><div class=q>
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 That dazzles with its lightning gleam; 
That dares to look upon the sun, 
 As though it challenged brighter beam. 
That orb may sparkle, flash, and roll; 
 Its fire may blaze, its shaft may fly; 
But not for me: I p..."></div>
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