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Gray hair is a sign of age, not of wisdom.
Gray hair is a sign of age, not of wisdom.
And though it be a two-foot trout,
'Tis with a single hair pulled out.
And though it be a two-foot trout,
'Tis with a single hair pulled out.
Those curious locks so aptly twin'd,
Whose every hair a soul doth bind.
Those curious locks so aptly twin'd,
Whose every hair a soul doth bind.
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?
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.
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.
His hair stood upright like porcupine quills.
His hair stood upright like porcupine quills.
It is foolish to pluck out one's hair for sorrow, as if grief
could be assuaged by baldness.
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It is foolish to pluck out one's hair for sorrow, as if grief
could be assuaged by baldness.
[Lat., Stultum est in luctu capillum sibi evellere, quasi calvito
maeror levaretur.]
And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair
Has led and turned me by a single hair.
And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair
Has led and turned me by a single hair.