Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes,
Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
Gray himself points out the imitation in Shakspeare of the latter image;
but it is curious to observe that Otway, in his _Venice Preserved_,
makes Priuli most pathetically exclaim to his daughter, that she is
Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life,
Dear as these eyes that weep in fondness o'er thee.