I was about to take it up further when my eye lighted on something.

His eyes lit as he added, "They might be a bit slow getting started this morning."

She saw how his eyes lit at that and smiled.

Then his eyes lit up and he bit into the bean.

Another minute, and we stood in the most wonderful place that the eyes of living man ever lit on.

And her eyes lit with joy when she saw him.

Those eyes of his, sharp green and close, lit with challenge.

When he smiles his eyes light up and how can you not love that.

Her eyes lit, the cold blue fire at the center of a flame.

Suddenly, his eye lit on the name of the page.