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The hair is the richest ornament of women.
The hair is the richest ornament of women.
The little wind that hardly shook
The silver of the sleeping brook
Blew the gold hair about read more
The little wind that hardly shook
The silver of the sleeping brook
Blew the gold hair about her eyes,--
A mystery of mysteries.
So he must often pause, and stoop,
An all the wanton ringlets loop
Behind her dainty ear--emprise
Of slow event and many sighs.
I pray thee let me and my fellow have
A hair of the dog that bit us last night.
I pray thee let me and my fellow have
A hair of the dog that bit us last night.
Gray hair is a sign of age, not of wisdom.
Gray hair is a sign of age, not of wisdom.
It was brown with a golden gloss, Janette,
It was finer than silk of the floss, my pet;
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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.
Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the
gold
Used to hang and brush their read more
Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the
gold
Used to hang and brush their bosoms?
Hair is the first thing. And teeth the second. Hair and teeth. A man got those two things he's got read more
Hair is the first thing. And teeth the second. Hair and teeth. A man got those two things he's got it all.
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less with baldness.
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less with baldness.
