HAIR.
Those curious locks so aptly twined,
Whose every hair a soul doth bind.
To A.L. Persuasions to Love. T. CAREW.
Beware of her fair hair, for she excels
All women in the magic of her locks;
And when she winds them round a young man's neck,
She will not ever set him free again.
Faust: Sc. Walpurgis Night. GOETHE. Trans. of SHELLEY.
Her glossy hair was clustered o'er a brow
Bright with intelligence, and fair, and smooth.
Don Juan, Canto I. LORD BYRON.
It was brown with a golden gloss, Janette,
It was finer than silk of the floss, my pet;
'Twas a beautiful mist falling down to your wrist,
'Twas a thing to be braided, and jewelled, and kissed—
'Twas the loveliest hair in the world, my pet.
Janette's Hair. C.G. HALPINE (Miles O'Reilly).
As she fled fast through sun and shade,
The happy winds upon her played,
Blowing the ringlets from the braid.
Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere. A. TENNYSON.
Come let me pluck that silver hair
Which 'mid thy clustering curls I see;
The withering type of time or care
Has nothing, sure, to do with thee.
The Grey Hair. A.A. WATTS.