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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.
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 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.
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.
Hair is the first thing. And teeth the second. Hair and teeth. A man got those two things he's got read more
Hair is the first thing. And teeth the second. Hair and teeth. A man got those two things he's got it all.
Within the midnight of her hair,
Half-hidden in its deepest deeps.
Within the midnight of her hair,
Half-hidden in its deepest deeps.
And he said, My son shall not go down with you; for his brother
is dead, and he is read more
And he said, My son shall not go down with you; for his brother
is dead, and he is left alone: if mischief befall him by the way
in the which we go, then shall ye bring down my gray hairs with
sorrow to the grave.
The hair is the richest ornament of women.
The hair is the richest ornament of women.
Tresses, that wear
Jewels, but to declare
How much themselves more precious are.
Tresses, that wear
Jewels, but to declare
How much themselves more precious are.