Eye Deep In Hell Essays

Frank J. Wilstach, comp.  A Dictionary of Similes.  
  My eyes like the wheels of a chariot roll around.
            —Æschylus (E. B. Browning)
  Her eyes were like a butterfly’s gorgeous wings.
            —James Lane Allen
  Eyes like mountain water that’s flowing on a rock.
            —William Allingham
  Dovelike eyes, depths as of heaven when charged with gloom.
  Eyes like burnt holes in a blanket.
  Eyes like saucers.
  Eyes transparent as a cloudless sky.
  Eyes, brilliant and humid like the reflection of stars in a well.
            —Edmondo de Amicis
  Languishing eyes like those of a roe looking tenderly at her young.
  Eyes like a hind’s in love-time.
            —Edwin Arnold
Her sparkling eyes, like Orient pearles,
Did cast a heavenlye light.
            —English Ballad
  His eyes, like those of a pitiless judge, seemed to go to the very bottom of all questions, to read all natures, all feelings and thoughts.
            —Honoré de Balzac
  Burning eyes that blaze through a lace veil, like flame through cannon smoke.
            —Honoré de Balzac
  These lovely lamps, these windows of the soul.
            —Seigneur du Bartas
  Eyes like flames of sulphur.
            —Beaumont and Fletcher
  Eyes, like torches, fling their beams around.
            —Beaumont and Fletcher
  Blue violet, like Pandora’s eye.
            —Thomas L. Beddoes
  Eyes glazed over like harebells wet with dew.
            —Caroline Bowles
Her eyes are bright as stars
In the blue.
            —Robert Bridges (American)
  Her sunken grey eyes, like reflections from the aspect of an angel.
            —Charlotte Brontë
          Her eyes are dark and humid,
Like the depth on depth of lustre hid i’ the harebell.
            —Robert Browning
With eyes, like fresh-blown thrush-eggs on a thread,
Faint-blue and loosely floating in his head.
            —Robert Browning
                Doubting eyes,
Like a child that never knew but love  Whom words of wrath surprise.
            —Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  Shining eyes, like antique jewels set in Parian statue-stone.
            —Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  Eyes like the summer’s light blue sky.
            —Edward Bulwer-Lytton
  Beautiful eyes in the face of a handsome woman are like eloquence to speech.
            —Edward Bulwer-Lytton
  His eyes are like a balance, apt to propend each way, and to be weighed down with every wench’s looks.
            —Robert Burton
  Eyes like the dawn of day.
            —Frances Anne Butler
  Brilliant eyes, swift-darting as the stars.
            —Thomas Carlyle
  Twin violets by a shady brook were like her eyes.
            —Alice Cary
  Eyes, shining like thin skins full of blood.
            —Alice Cary
  What a curious workmanship is that of the eye, which is in the body, as the sun in the world; set in the head as in a watch-tower, having the softest nerves for receiving the greater multitude of spirits necessary for the act of vision.
            —Stephen Charnock
  Those dry eyes of his shining more like poisoned stones than living tissue.
            —Joseph Conrad
  Expectant yellow eyes, like a cat watching the preparation of a saucer of milk.
            —Joseph Conrad
  Her eyes are sapphires set in snow.
            —Henry Constable
  An eye like the polar star.
            —Eliza Cook
O my love has an eye,  Like a star in the sky.
            —Barry Cornwall
  Honest eyes … Blue like the tropic skies.
            —Gabriel D’Annunzio
  Eyes, gleaming and sparkling like lizards’ eyes in the crevices of old walls.
            —Alphonse Daudet
      Her eyes grew bright and large,
Like springs rain-fed that dilate their marge.
            —Aubrey De Vere
  Her eyes, like stars in midnight waters glossed.
            —Aubrey De Vere
  Her eyes are bright as beryl stones that in the tankard wink.
            —Austin Dobson
  Eyes like the morning.
            —Austin Dobson
  Eyes like live coals.
            —Alexandre Dumas, père
  Her eyes like shadows in the light of torches on the Mount of Doom.
            —Maurice Francis Egan
  Old men’s eyes are like old men’s memories, they are strongest for things a long way off.
            —George Eliot
  When a man speaks the truth in the spirit of truth, his eye is as clear as the heavens. When he has base ends, and speaks falsely, the eye is muddy, and sometimes asquint.
            —Ralph Waldo Emerson
  An eye can threaten like a loaded and levelled gun, or can insult like hissing or kicking; or, in its altered mood, by beams of kindness, it can make the heart dance with joy.
            —Ralph Waldo Emerson
But oh, to see his solar eyes
Like meteors which chose their way
And rived the dark like a new day.
            —Ralph Waldo Emerson
  Her eyes like the radiance the sunbeams bring.
            —Ancient Erse
  Eyes like the summer skies when twin stars beam above.
            —Francis A. Fahy
  Eyes as azure as the wave.
            —Violet Fane
  Eyes like dark blue pansies.
            —Norman Gale
  Eyes as greye as glasse.
            —George Gascoigne
  A burning eye, yellow and phosphoric like the eye of a crocodile or a lion.
            —Théphile Gautier
  The most dazzling stars are pebbles without lustre beside the diamonds of her eyes.
            —Joseph A. de Gobineau
  His eyes were like the eyes of doves when washed by the dews of the morning.
            —Oliver Goldsmith
Mary with her cheerful eyes,
Like heartsease where a dew drop lies.
            —Edmund Gosse
  Azure eyes, like stars upon the river’s brink.
            —Edmund Gosse
Her eyes, fair eyes, like to the purest lights,
That animate the sun, or cheer the day;
In whom the shining sunbeams brightly play,
Whiles fancy doth on them divine delights.
            —Robert Greene
  Her eyes two twinkling stars in winter nights.
            —Robert Greene
  Her eyes like glassy streams.
            —Robert Greene
The dame had eyes like lightning, or the flash
That runs before the hot report of thunder.
            —Robert Greene
                Two eyes,
Like heaven’s bright lamps in matchless beauty shining.
            —Robert Greene
His eyes were grey,
Like Titan in a Summer day.
            —Robert Greene
  Eyes like violets steep’d in dew.
            —J. C. Guthrie
  Her eyes, like moonbeams glowing.
            —Shraz Hfiz
  Eyes that mock the diamond’s blaze.
            —John Harrington
  Eyes like twin blue stars.
            —Heinrich Heine
  Ambiguous … blue eyes like the china dog on the mantel piece.
            —O. Henry
  Eyes frosty blue, like a winter sea that is made bright, not warm, by the sun.
            —Maurice Hewlett
  Eyes like a hare’s, that look sideways for danger.
            —Maurice Hewlett
  Eyes like stars, robed in dull red.
            —Maurice Hewlett
  Shrewd old party … eyes like gimlets.
            —Headon Hill
  The lack-lustre eye, rayless as a Beacon street door-plate in August.
            —Oliver Wendell Holmes
  An eye as clear and steady as the evening star.
            —Oliver Wendell Holmes
  Eyes … mild as a gazelle’s.
            —Thomas Hood
            Brilliant eyes,
As deeply dark as desert skies.
            —Laurence Hope
Dreaming, wistful eyes,
Dark and deep as mysterious skies,
Seen from a vessel at sea.
            —Laurence Hope
                Wistful eyes,
As luminous and tender as Kotri’s twilight spies.
            —Laurence Hope
His eyes … deep sunk beneath his lowering brows,
Like caverns by a moonlit sea.
            —Richard Monckton Milnes
  Eyes … overflow like two cups filled above the brim.
            —Victor Hugo
  Sweet eyes … tender as the deeps in yonder skies.
            —Jean Ingelow
                The sophist’s eye,
Like a sharp spear, went through her utterly,
Keen, cruel, perceant, stinging.
            —John Keats
  Eyes like two streams of liquid light.
            —Frances Anne Kemble
  Eyes like the dawn of day.
            —Frances Anne Kemble
                Her eye
Flames like a fresh caught hind’s.
            —Charles Kingsley
  Eyes that droop like summer flowers.
            —Letitia Elizabeth Landon
  Eyes like the flower that was Rousseau’s delight.
            —Andrew Lang
            O lovely eyes of azure,
Clear as the waters of a brook that run
Limpid and laughing in the summer sun!
            —Henry W. Longfellow
  I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady, lambent light—are luminous, but not sparkling.
            —Henry W. Longfellow
  Eyes dilated, as if the spirit-world were open before him, and some beauteous vision were standing there.
            —Henry W. Longfellow
Like the stars that nightly shine,
Thy sweet eyes shed light divine.
            —Samuel Lover
  Flaw-seeing eyes, like needle points.
            —James Russell Lowell
  Eyes pe[a]rcing like the Sun beames.
            —John Lyly
  Blue eyes, like Delft saucers.
            —Maarten Maartens
  His eyes like meteors of night.
            —James Macpherson
                Bright eyes
Which were like lotus-blossoms.
  Eyes … like restless stars in the pit of night.
            —Edwin Markham
  Vacant eyes, blue as the flowers of the flax plant.
            —Guy de Maupassant
  Unfathomable eyes, which hid their secrets under the undisturbed serenity of majestic repose, like a mountain lake, whose waters seem black on account of their depth.
            —Guy de Maupassant
Her eye beams as kindly and bright,
As the sun in the azure-tinged sky.
            —Catulle Mendès
Blessed eyes, like a pair of suns,
Shine in the sphere of smiling.
            —Thomas Middleton
  And the bright dew-bead on the bramble lies, like liquid upon beauty’s eyes.
            —James Montgomery
  Eyes like setting planets, weak and dim.
            —Charles L. Moore
                Each bright eye,
Like violets after morning’s shower,
The brighter for the tears gone by.
            —Thomas Moore
  Eyes, whose sleepy lid like snow on violets lies.
            —Thomas Moore
  Eyes as soft as doves.
            —Dinah Maria Mulock
  Eyes, like reflected moonbeams on a distant lake.
  Eyes flashed like the sun playing on water.
  Eyes like blue heavens in a night of frost.
  Eyes shining like the planets.
  Her eyes were of a deep brown hue, like the velvety brown of a stag’s throat.
  Her eyes are like free-booters, living upon the spoile of stragglers.
            —Sir Thomas Overbury
            Eyes like an orange-grove
In whose enchanted bowers the magic fire-flies rove.
            —Sir Thomas Overbury
  What eyes! [Daniel Webster’s] like charcoal fire in the bottom of a deep, dark well.
            —Theodore Parker
  Eyes blazed like a bale-fire.
            —John Payne
  Her black eyes sparkled like sunbeams on a river: a clear, deep, liquid radiance, the reflection of ethereal fire.
            —Thomas L. Peacock
  Eyes … stared like windows at the peep of day.
            —Stephen Phillips
  The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of its sorrow.
            —Edgar Allan Poe
                Luminous eyes,
Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda.
            —Edgar Allan Poe
  The eye is the window of the soul; the mouth, the door; the intellect, the will, are seen in the eye.
            —Hiram Powers
  The eyes are the pioneers that first announce the soft tale of love.
  Eyes glittering like basilisks.
            —Charles Reade
  Her eye worked like an ice gimlet in her daughter’s face.
            —Charles Reade
  Her eyes are blue and dewy as the glimmering Summer-dawn.
            —James Whitcomb Riley
  Eyes as fresh and clear as morning skies.
            —James Whitcomb Riley
  With a pair o’ eyes like two fried eggs.
            —James Whitcomb Riley
Her eyes are like the open heaven
Holy and pure from sin.
            —Christina Georgina Rossetti
  Dim dried eyes like an exhausted well.
            —Christina Georgina Rossetti
As of the sky and sea on a gray day.
            —Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Her eyes were deeper than the depth
Of waters stilled at even.
            —Dante Gabriel Rossetti
                Her dazzling eye;
As liquid in its brilliancy as the deep blue of midnight ocean,
When underneath, with trembling motion,
The phosphor light floats by.
            —John Ruskin
  Her eyes were like a heaven, where sunlight always glows.
            —A. J. Ryan
  His eyes like those that Houris wear.
                Thine eyes
Mirage of sultry prisons, flashing in—
And out, like fulg’rous lightning through dark skies.
            —Francis S. Saltus
As a moonbeam white,
As a starbeam white,
Was her eye of iris ray.
            —Francis S. Saltus
  An eye, like Mars, to threaten and command.
            —William Shakespeare
Her eyes, as murder’d with the view,
Like stars ashamed of day, themselves withdrew.
            —William Shakespeare
            Thy eyes’ windows fall,
Like death, when he shuts up the day of life.
            —William Shakespeare
                His eye
Red as ’twould burn Rome.
            —William Shakespeare
  His eyes, like glow-worms, shine when he doth fret.
            —William Shakespeare
Her eyes, like marigolds, had sheath’d their light,
And canopied in darkness sweetly lay,
Till they might open to adorn the day.
            —William Shakespeare
                Eyes as fair
As star-beams among the twilight trees.
            —Percy Bysshe Shelley
                His faint eyes,
Like dew upon a sleeping flower.
            —Percy Bysshe Shelley
  Thine eyes are like the deep, blue boundless heaven.
            —Percy Bysshe Shelley
  Eyes like kindling flame.
            —Lydia Huntley Sigourney
In her hazel eyes her thoughts lay clear
As pebbles in a brook.
            —Alexander Smith
  Her goodly eyes like sapphires shining bright.
            —Edmund Spenser
  An eye is, for all the world, exactly like a cannon, in this respect, That it is not so much the eye or the cannon, in themselves, as it is the carriage of the eye, and the carriage of the cannon; by which both the one and the other are enabled to do so much execution.
            —Laurence Sterne
An old light smolders in her eye
There! she looks up. They grow and glow
Like mad laughs or a rhapsody
That flickers out in woe.
            —Trumbull Stickney
  Eyes as glad as summer.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
Gold-eyed as the shore-flower shelterless
Whereon the sharp-breathed sea blows bitterness,
A storm-star that the seafarers of love
Strain their wind-wearied eyes for glimpses of.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
Your grave majestic eyes
Like a bird’s warbled words
Speak, and sorrow dies.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
Pale as the skies.
            —Arthur Symons
His threatening eyes
Like flaming torches burned.
            —Torquato Tasso
  Eyes … clear as the unshadowed Grecian heaven.
            —Bayard Taylor
Like a blue spot in the sky
Was her clear and loving eye.
            —Sir Henry Taylor
  Eyes like heaven’s own blue.
            —Esaias Tegner
  His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
            —Old Testament
  Thine eyes are like the fish-pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim.
            —Old Testament
  Eyes like unto a flame of fire.
            —Old Testament
But woe’s me, and woe’s me,
For the secrets of her eyes!
In my visions fearfully
They are ever shown to be
As fringèd pools, whereof each lies
Pallid—dark beneath the skies
Of a night that is
But one blear necropolis
And her eyes a little tremble, in the wind of her own sighs.
            —Francis Thompson
  Like pansies dark i’ the June o’ the year, grow my Love’s glad eyes.
            —James Thomson
  Her eyes are like the statues,—mild, grave, and wide.
            —Paul Verlaine
  Eyes, dark and mysterious as Night’s; but, like Night’s own eyes, ready, I thought, to call up the throbbing fires of a million stars.
            —Theodore Watts-Dunton
  Eyes flashing like sapphires.
            —Theodore Watts-Dunton
Eyes like English skies, where seemed to play
Deep azure dreams behind the tender grey.
            —Theodore Watts-Dunton
                O deep eyes,
Darker and softer than the bluest dusk
Of August violets, darker and deeper
Like crystal fathomless lakes in summer moons.
            —Augusta Webster
How brilliant and mirthful the light of her eye,
Like a star glancing out from the blue of the sky.
            —John Greenleaf Whittier
  Eyes like a bright blue-bell.
            —Ella Wheeler Wilcox
  Your eyes are like fantastic moons that shiver in some stagnant lake.
            —Oscar Wilde
  Eyes half veiled …
Like bluest waters seen, through mists of rain.
            —Oscar Wilde
Blue eyes shimmer with angel glances
Like spring violets over the sea.
            —Constance F. Woolson
  Her eyes as stars of twilight fair.
            —William Wordsworth
Like the harebells bathed in dew.
            —William Wordsworth
  Eyes like sunbeams.
            —Johann Zschokke

Ezra Pound is generally considered the poet most responsible for defining and promoting a modernist aesthetic in poetry. In the early teens of the twentieth century, he opened a seminal exchange of work and ideas between British and American writers, and was famous for the generosity with which he advanced the work of such major contemporaries as W. B. Yeats, Robert Frost, William Carlos Williams, Marianne Moore, H. D., James Joyce, Ernest Hemingway, and especially T. S. Eliot.

His own significant contributions to poetry begin with his promulgation of Imagism, a movement in poetry which derived its technique from classical Chinese and Japanese poetry—stressing clarity, precision, and economy of language and foregoing traditional rhyme and meter in order to, in Pound's words, "compose in the sequence of the musical phrase, not in the sequence of the metronome." His later work, for nearly fifty years, focused on the encyclopedic epic poem he entitled The Cantos.

Ezra Pound was born in Hailey, Idaho, on October 30, 1885. He completed two years of college at the University of Pennsylvania and earned a degree from Hamilton College in 1905. After teaching at Wabash College for two years, he travelled abroad to Spain, Italy, and London, where, as the literary executor of the scholar Ernest Fenellosa, he became interested in Japanese and Chinese poetry. He married Dorothy Shakespear in 1914 and became London editor of the Little Review in 1917.

In 1924, he moved to Italy; during this period of voluntary exile, Pound became involved in Fascist politics, and did not return to the United States until 1945, when he was arrested on charges of treason for broadcasting Fascist propaganda by radio to the United States during World War II. In 1946, he was acquitted, but declared mentally ill and committed to St. Elizabeths Hospital in Washington, D.C. During his confinement, the jury of the Bollingen Prize for Poetry (which included a number of the most eminent writers of the time) decided to overlook Pound's political career in the interest of recognizing his poetic achievements, and awarded him the prize for the Pisan Cantos (1948). After continuous appeals from writers won his release from the hospital in 1958, Pound returned to Italy and settled in Venice, where he died, a semi-recluse, on November 1, 1972.

Selected Bibliography


A Draft of Cantos XXXI-XLI (1934)
A Draft of XXX Cantos (1930)
A Lume Spento (1908)
Cantos I-XVI (1925)
Cantos LII-LXXI (1940)
Cantos XVII-XXVII (1928)
Canzoni (1911)
Exultations (1909)
Homage to Sextus Propertius (1934)
Lustra and Other Poems (1917)
Patria Mia (1950)
Personae (1909)
Provenca (1910)
Quia Pauper Amavi (1919)
The Cantos (1972)
The Fifth Decade of Cantos (1937)
The Pisan Cantos (1948)
Umbra: Collected Poems (1920)


ABC of Economics (1933)
Antheil and the Treatise on Harmony (1924)
Digest of the Analects (1937)
Gaudier Brzeska (1916)
Guide to Kulchur (1938)
How To Read (1931)
Imaginary Letters (1930)
Indiscretions (1923)
Instigations (1920)
Jefferson and/or Mussolini (1935)
Literary Essays (1954)
Make It New (1934)
Pavannes and Divisions (1918)
Polite Essays (1936)
Prolegomena: Volume I (1932)
Selected Prose: 1909-1965 (1973)
Social Credit and Impact (1935)
The ABC of Reading (1934)
The Spirit of Romance (1953)
What is Money For? (1939)


Cathay (1915)
The Classic Anthology Defined (1954)
The Great Digest, and the Unwobbling Point (1951)
The Translations of Ezra Pound (1953)

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