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“Large eyes were admired in Greece, where they still prevail. They are the finest of all when they have the internal look, which is not common. The stag or antelope eye of the Orientals is beautiful and lamping, but is accused of looking skittish and indifferent. "The epithet of 'stag-eyed,'" says Lady Wortley Montgu, speaking of a Turkish love-song, "pleases me extremely; and I think it a very lively image of the fire and indifference in his mistress' eye.”

Quote by Leigh Hunt

Work

Men, Women, and Books: A Selection of Sketches, Essays, and Critical Memoirs, from His Uncollected Prose Writings

The book is a compilation of the author's uncollected prose writings, including various sketches and essays that delve into the complexities of human relationships and the appreciation of literature. more

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Leigh Hunt
Leigh Hunt

Leigh Hunt was an English poet, essayist, and journalist, born in October 1784 and died on August 28, 1859. He was a prominent figure in the Romantic movement and is known for his literary contributions and social activism. more

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