and said it in no other way but only by the little
exquisite muscles
of their lids. How were these ever strong enough to bear the burden
of those eyes of Heathcliff's in "Wuthering Heights"? "The clouded
windows of Hell flashed a moment towards me; the fiend which usually
looked out, however, was so dimmed and drowned - " That mourning
fiend, who had wept all night, had no expression, no proof or sign
of himself, except in the edges of the
eyelids of the man.
And the eyes of Garrick? Eyelids, again. And the eyes of Charles
Dickens, that were said to
contain the life of fifty men? On the
mechanism of the
eyelids hung that fifty-fold
vitality. "Bacon had
a
delicate,
lively, hazel eye," says Aubrey in his "Lives of Eminent
Persons." But nothing of this belongs to the eye except the colour.
Mere
brightness the eyeball has or has not, but so have many glass
beads: the
liveliness is the
eyelid's. "Dr Harvey told me it was
like the eie of a viper." So
intent and narrowed must have been the
attitude of Bacon's
eyelids.
"I never saw such another eye in a human, head," says Scott in
describing Burns, "though I have seen the most
distinguished men in
my time. It was large, and of a dark cast, and glowed (I say
literally glowed) when he spoke with feeling or interest. The eye
alone, I think, indicated the
poeticalcharacter and
temperament."
No eye
literally glows; but some eyes are polished a little more,
and
reflect. And this is the
utmost that can possibly have been
true as to the eyes of Burns. But set within the meanings of
impetuous
eyelids the lucidity of the dark eyes seemed broken,
moved, directed into fiery shafts.
See, too, the
reproach of little, sharp, grey eyes addressed to
Hazlitt. There are neither large nor small eyes, say physiologists,
or the difference is so small as to be negligeable. But in the
eyelids the difference is great between large and small, and also
between the varieties of largeness. Some have large
openings, and
some are in themselves broad and long, serenely covering eyes called
small. Some have far more
drawing than others, and interesting
foreshortenings and
sweeping curves.
Where else is spirit so
evident? And where else is it so spoilt?
There is no
vulgarity like the
vulgarity of
vulgareyelids. They
have a slang all their own, of an
intolerable kind. And
eyelids
have looked all the cruel looks that have ever made wounds in
innocent souls meeting them surprised.
But all love and all
genius have
winged their
flight from those
slight and unmeasurable movements, have flickered on the
margins of
lovely
eyelids quick with thought. Life, spirit,
sweetness are
there in a small place; using the finest and the
slenderest
machinery; expressing meanings a whole world apart, by a difference
of material action so fine that the sight which appreciates it
cannot
detect it; expressing intricacies of
intellect; so incarnate
in
slender and
sensitive flesh that
nowhere else in the body of man
is flesh so spiritual.
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