She wanted to continuously wear the glasses that caged her tepid orbs and to not succumb them to rapturous non-Buddhist primal yearnings.
"Corpus of a Siam Mosquito"
Steven Sills
The roses have vanished from her cheeks, the fire has gone out of her orbs, and her step has lost its old-time cunning.
"Eugene Field, A Study In Heredity And Contradictions"
Slason Thompson
Fairest eyes, whose dawning light Late with rapture blest my sight, Ere your orbs extinguish'd be, Bend their trembling beams on me!
"Hetty Wesley"
Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch