Lovely & too charming Fair one, notwithstanding your forbidding Squint, your greazy tresses & your swelling Back, which are more frightful than… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
I know not when the day shall be, I know not when our eyes may meet; What welcome you may give to… — Hugh Conway Copy Share Image
Tis Lilith. Who? Adam's first wife is she. Beware the lure within her lovely tresses, The splendid sole adornment of her hair;… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
It is for homely features to keep home,- They had their name thence; coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Comets importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky And with them scourge the bad revolting stars. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Many of the phenomena of Winter are suggestive of an inexpressible tenderness and fragile delicacy. We are accustomed to hear this king… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
The whole fauna of human fantasies, their marine vegetation, drifts and luxuriates in the dimly lit zones of human activity, as though… — Louis Aragon Copy Share Image
I saw Gabriel, like a maiden, or like the moon amongst the stars. His hair was like a woman's, falling in long… — Ruzbihan Baqli Copy Share Image
Whenever Beauty looks, Love is also there; Whenever beauty shows a rosy cheek Love lights Her fire from that flame. When beauty… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Long tresses down to the floor can be beautiful, but learn to love what you have. — Anita Baker Copy Share Image
Ere, in the northern gale, The summer tresses of the trees are gone, The woods of Autumn, all around our vale, Have… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
A pretty woman's worth some pains to see, Nor is she spoiled, I take it, if a crown Completes the forehead pale… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
The best part of a woman's love is worship; but it is hard to her to be sent away with her precious… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
At midnight the wind in the tress can sound like the ocean. The moonlight can make a road appear as endless as… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
The breath of peace was fanning her glorious brow, her head was bowed a very little forward, and a tress, escaping from… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
