An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair,
And fell adown his shoulders with losse care.

An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair,
And fell adown his shoulders with losse care.

And yonder sits a maiden,
The fairest of the fair,
With gold in her garment glittering,
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And yonder sits a maiden,
The fairest of the fair,
With gold in her garment glittering,
And she combs her golden hair.

His hair stood upright like porcupine quills.

His hair stood upright like porcupine quills.

But she is vanish'd to her shady home
Under the deep, inscrutable; and there
Weeps in a read more

But she is vanish'd to her shady home
Under the deep, inscrutable; and there
Weeps in a midnight made of her own hair.

The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs

The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs

His head,
Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er,
Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth,
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His head,
Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er,
Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth,
But strong for service still, and unimpair'd.

We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.

We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.

But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.

But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.

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?