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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.
Beware of her fair hair, for she excels
All women in the magic of her locks;
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Beware of her fair hair, for she excels
All women in the magic of her locks;
And when she winds them round a young man's neck,
She will not ever set him free again.
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.
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.
When they told it unto David, he sent to meet them, because the
men were greatly ashamed: and the read more
When they told it unto David, he sent to meet them, because the
men were greatly ashamed: and the king said, Tarry at Jericho
until your beards be grown, and then return.
But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
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?]
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.
