Even in the dark, she could feel his gaze on her face.

She took a step forward, her gaze on the center of the room.

Long did I gaze on the city, but the day came not.

Then she'd look over to find his gaze on her.

Then he stood still, and she felt his gaze on her.

He turned his gaze on another man, at the far end of the table.

Like everybody else these few were gazing on the President.

I could feel his gaze on me even while watching the road.

She didn't meet his eyes, her gaze on the fire instead.

At last, reason left me as I gazed on them.

She could feel his gaze on her, but didn't meet it.

It was enough that he could gaze on her every week.

He could feel the woman's hurt gaze on his back.

I felt her gaze on me and, finally, turned to face it.

She turned her cool blue gaze on him for a moment.

No man who has gazed on it in person could ever long to experience the real thing.

In a clear dream I gazed on my friend, indeed!

She became aware of his gaze on her and looked down at the cup.

She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, an almost physical touch.

He didn't follow what she was saying; and had turned his gaze on me.

She focused her gaze on two people moving toward them.

Finally he brought himself back by a great effort and focused his gaze on me.

She didn't want to gaze on that scene of violence again.

That makes absolutely no difference to the young women who gaze on their man during the show.

I kept my gaze on the side of his face, but he couldn't bring himself to make eye contact.