Hair

“Her hair reminds of a warm, safe placeTo quietly pass me by.”

“I find that the whiter my hair becomes the more ready people are to believe what I say.”

“And from that luckless hour my tyrant fairHas led and turned me by a single hair.”

“His hair stood upright like porcupine quills.”

“Dear, dead women, with such hair, too—what's become of all the goldUsed to hang and brush their bosoms?”

“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.”

“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 loose care.”

“His head,But strong for service still, and unimpair'd.”

“Tresses, that wearHow much themselves more precious are.”

“She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,Can draw you to her with a single hair.”

“When you see fair hairBe pitiful.”

“Bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.”

“Beware of her fair hair, for she excelsShe will not ever set him free again.”

“Loose his beard, and hoary hairStream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air.”

“It was brown with a golden gloss, Janette,'Twas the loveliest hair in the world, my pet.”

“And yonder sits a maiden, And she combs her golden hair.”

“I pray thee let me and my fellow haveA hair of the dog that bit us last night.”

“But she is vanish'd to her shady homeWeeps in a midnight made of her own hair.”

“One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen.”

“The little wind that hardly shook Of slow event and many sighs.”

“My mother bids me bind my hairWhile Rubin is away.”

“Though time has touched it in his flight,And changed the auburn hair to white.”

“Her cap of velvet could not holdAnd fell in masses down her neck.”

“You manufacture, with the aid of unguents, a false head of hair, and your bald and dirty skull is covered with dyed locks. There is no need to have a hairdresser for your head. A sponge, Phæbus, would do the business better.”

“The very hairs of your head are all numbered.”

“Her head was bare;Sweet negligence, unheeded bait of love!”

“Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare,And beauty draws us with a single hair.”

“Hoary whiskers and a forky beard.”

“Then cease, bright nymph! to mourn thy ravish'd hairAnd 'midst the stars inscribe Belinda's name.”

“Ere on thy chin the springing beard beganTo spread a doubtful down, and promise man.”

“The hoary beard is a crown of glory if it be found in the way of righteousness.”

“Tarry at Jericho until your beards be grown.”

“Golden hair, like sunlight streamingOn the marble of her shoulder.”

“His hair is of a good colour.An excellent colour; your chestnut was ever the only colour.”

“Thy knotted and combined locks to part,Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.”

“And his chin new reap'd,Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.”

“How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!”

“Comb down his hair; look, look! it stands upright.”

“Bind up those tresses. O, what love I noteSticking together in calamity.”

“And her sunny locksHang on her temples like a golden fleece.”

“What a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin than Dobbin my fill-horse has on his tail.”

“Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer.”

“Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow:I'll get me such a colour'd periwig.”

“Thy fair hair my heart enchained.”

“Her long loose yellow locks lyke golden wyre,Doe lyke a golden mantle her attyre.”

“Ah, thy beautiful hair! so was it once braided for me, for me;Now for death is it crowned, only for death, lover and lord of thee.”

“But, rising up,To the open window moved.”

“The Father of Heaven. Spin a tress for Viola.”

“Come let me pluck that silver hair Has nothing, sure, to do with thee.”

“Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves, Of Autumn corn are not more fair.”