"I already know," he said quietly, though his Irish eyes were flashing.

That effectively ruled smiling by one set of 'Irish' eyes.

He could see accusations in his black Irish eyes.

I'd much prefer to have Irish blue eyes than dark green ones with yellow flecks!

In the twinklin' of an Irish eye, they could wish themselves anywhere, any time.

I looked into his ravaged face and bottomless Irish eyes.

This man with the warrior's mane of black hair, the poet's face, the wild Irish blue eyes was her husband.

His green Irish eyes lit up with warm delight.

And, occasionally, the glints of a fine madness in their smiling Irish eyes.

She gazed intently at the captain, her Irish green eyes looking more weary than usual.