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The redundant locks, robustious to no purpose, clustering down--vast monument of strength. - John Milton Whose every little ringlet thrilled, as if with soul and passion filled! - Thomas Moore An angel face! its sunny "wealth of hair," In radiant ripples, bathed the graceful throat And dimpled shoulders. - Frances Sargent Osgood We are charmed by neatness: Let not your hair be out of order. [Lat., Munditiis capimur: non sine lege capilli.] - Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso) We are charmed by neatness of person; let not thy hair be out of order. [Lat., Munditiis capimur: non sine lege capillis.] - Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso), Ars Amatoria (III, 133) Her head was bare; But for her native ornament of hair; Which in a simple knot was tied above, Sweet negligence, unheeded bait of love! - Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso), Metamorphoses--Meleager and Atalanta (l. 68), (Dryden's translation) This nymph, to the destruction of mankind, Nourish'd two locks, which graceful hung behind In equal curls, and well conspir'd to deck, With shining ringlets, the smooth ivory neck. Love in these labyrinths his slaves detains, And mighty hearts are held in slender chains, With hairy springes we the birds betray, Slight lines of hair surprise the finny prey. - Alexander Pope Hair tresses man's imperial race insnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair. - Alexander Pope, Rape of the Lock (canto II, l. 27) Hoary whiskers and a forky beard. - Alexander Pope, Rape of the Lock (canto III, l. 37) Then cease, bright nymph! to mourn thy ravish'd hair Which adds new glory to the shining sphere; Not all the tresses that fair head can boast Shall draw such envy as the lock you lost, For after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust, This Lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame, And 'midst the stars inscribe Belinda's name. - Alexander Pope, Rape of the Lock (canto V, last lines) Her hair In ringlets rather dark than fair, Does down her ivory bosom roll, And hiding half adorns the whole. - Matthew Prior Ere on thy chin the springing beard began To spread a doubtful down, and promise man. - Matthew Prior, An Ode to the Memory of the Honourable Colonel George Villiers (l. 5) Redheads are less trustworthy. [Lat., Rufos esse minus fideles.] - Proverb, (Latin) Golden hair, like sunlight streaming On the marble of her shoulder. - John Godfrey Saxe, The Lover's Vision (st. 3) Gray hairs are death's blossoms. - Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller For deadly fear can time outgo, and blanch at once the hair. - Sir Walter Scott And her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece. - William Shakespeare His hair is of a good color,--an excellent color; your chestnut was ever the only color. - William Shakespeare Look on beauty, and you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight; which therein works a miracle in Nature, making them lightest that wear most of it: so are those crisped snaky golden locks which make such wanton gambols with the wind upon supposed fairness, often known to be the dowry of a second head, the skull that bred them in the sepulchre. - William Shakespeare Make false hair, and thatch your poor thin roofs with burthens of the dead. - William Shakespeare (Rosalind:) I' faith, his hair is of a good color. (Celia:) An excellent color. Your chestnut was ever the only color. - William Shakespeare, As You Like It (Rosalind & Celia at III, iv) But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine. - William Shakespeare, Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Ghost at I, v) But I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat and trimly dressed, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reaped Showed like a stubble land at harvest home. - William Shakespeare, King Henry the Fourth, Part I (Hotspur at I, iii) How ill white hairs become a fool and jester! - William Shakespeare, King Henry the Fourth, Part II (King Henry at V, v) Comb down his hair. Look, look! it stands upright, Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul. - William Shakespeare, King Henry the Sixth, Part II (Cardinal Beaufort at III, iii) Displaying page 3 of 4 for this topic: << Prev Next >> 1 2 [3] 4
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