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Gray hair is a sign of age, not of wisdom.
Gray hair is a sign of age, not of wisdom.
His hair stood upright like porcupine quills.
His hair stood upright like porcupine quills.
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?
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.
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.
For whom do you bind your hair, plain in your neatness?
[Lat., Cui flavam religas comam
Simplex read more
For whom do you bind your hair, plain in your neatness?
[Lat., Cui flavam religas comam
Simplex munditiis?]
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.
Within the midnight of her hair,
Half-hidden in its deepest deeps.
Within the midnight of her hair,
Half-hidden in its deepest deeps.
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.