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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.
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.
His hair stood upright like porcupine quills.
His hair stood upright like porcupine quills.
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less with baldness.
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less with baldness.
The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of
righteousness.
The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of
righteousness.
For whom do you bind your hair, plain in your neatness?
[Lat., Cui flavam religas comam
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For whom do you bind your hair, plain in your neatness?
[Lat., Cui flavam religas comam
Simplex munditiis?]
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
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.