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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.
But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
Gray hair is a sign of age, not of wisdom.
Gray hair is a sign of age, not of wisdom.
Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream's, like a meteor, to the troubled air.
Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream's, like a meteor, to the troubled air.
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.
His hair stood upright like porcupine quills.
His hair stood upright like porcupine quills.
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.
One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen.
One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen.
