Enamelled eyes
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Jump to navigationJump to searchYe valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades , and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Milton, Lycidas.
Joyce quotes Lycidas in Ulysses
