What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?

-Davies,W(illiam) H(enry)
  'Leisure'.

   Any one watching keenly the stealthy convergence of human lots, sees a slow preparation of effects from one life on another, which tells like a calculated irony on the indifference or the frozen stare with which we look at our unintroduced neighbour.

-Eliot, George pseudonym of  MaryAnn Evans
^2  Middlemarch, bk.1, ch.11.

I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs Perceived the scene, and foretold the restö I too awaited the expected guest. He, the young man carbuncular, arrives, A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare, One of the low on whom assurance sits As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.

-Eliot,T(homas) S(tearns)
  The Waste Land, pt.3,'The Fire Sermon'.

Old Hodge stays not his hand, but whips to kennel The renegade.God's peace betide the souls Of the pure in heart. But in the box that fennel Grows around, are two red eyes that stare like coals.

-Ransom,John Crowe
  Two Gentlemen in Bonds,'Dog'.

Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.

-Tennyson
  Maud, pt.1, sect.13, stanza 2, l.464^5.