The eyes were dark as the forest's border is dark; not as night is dark.

Under favourable lights their colour was seen to be a deep rich brown, like the chestnut, or more like the hazel-edged sunset brown which lies upon our western rivers in the winter floods, when night begins to shadow them.
The side-view of his face was an expression of classic beauty rarely now to be beheld, either in classic lands or elsewhere.

It was severe; the tender serenity of the full bow of the eyes relieved it.

In profile they showed little of their intellectual quality, but what some might have thought a playful luminousness, and some a quick pulse of feeling.

The chin was firm; on it, and on the upper lip, there was a clipped growth of black hair.