She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.
DRYDEN: _From Persius,_ Satire v., Line 246.
Golden hair, like sunlight streaming
On the marble of her shoulder.
J.G. SAXE: _The Lover's Vision,_ St. 3.
When you see fair hair
GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. 4.
Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.
GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. i., St. 2.