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.
HAND.
Without the bed her other fair hand was,
On the green coverlet; whose perfect white
Showed like an April daisy on the grass,
With pearly sweat, resembling dew of night.
Lucrece. SHAKESPEARE.
The hand of a woman is often, in youth,
Somewhat rough, somewhat red, somewhat graceless, in truth;
Does its beauty refine, as its pulses grow calm,
Or as sorrow has crossed the life line in the palm?
Lucile, Pt. I. Canto III. (Owen Meredith). LORD LYTTON.
They may seize
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand.
Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
As if the world and they were hand and glove.
Table Talk. W. COWPER.
With an angry wafture of your hand,
Gave sign for me to leave you.
Julius Cæsar, Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.