And golden hair!

Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She called on Echo still, through all the song; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope, enchanted, smiled, and waved her golden hair.

And for three hours past, pale, looking wondrously beautiful, her face showing all the flower of youth, her blue eyes opening widely under her fine golden hair, she had been there diligently working, striving to do her best.

From beneath her golden hair Betty Dalrymple's eyes flashed full upon him.

The afternoon sunshine touched the golden hair of her she looked at; the violet eyes shone with delight upon bizarre details: of the scenethe waiters in blouses resembling street "white wings" in American cities, the coachmen outside, big as balloons in their quilted cloaks.

Shall Ethel fair, My winter girl, with golden hair, Or Maud, whose dark brown eyes bewitch, My summer girl,now govern?

Heart.~ My lady fair Her golden hair Lets fall a-down her shoulder.

Gray eyes and golden hair and pink cheeks and pink heather all mingled in Donald's dreams that night in fantastic and impossible combinations; and more than once he waked in terror, with the sweat standing on his forehead from some nightmare fancy of danger to the "Heather Bell" and to Elspie, both being inextricably entangled together in his vision.

He seemed not more than ten years old; his golden hair fell on his shoulders, and in his hand he bore four roses, two white and two red, and of so brilliant a color and rich a fragrance that their like had never before been seen.

She threaded her way through a good-natured crowd of tall, tanned young Americans, pretty girls with wonderful erections of golden hair, dark-faced Mexicans, yellow-faced Japanese, a few Hindus and negroes.

The melodious singing, the golden hair and the golden comb and the use that is made of both, the irresistibly sweet sadness, the time, "Aus alten Zeiten," and the subjectivityHeine himself recites his poemthese indispensable essentials in Heine's poem are not in Loeben's.

From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall-stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.

" Involuntarily Maggie shrunk back in her chair, wishing her own queenly form had been a very trifle shorter, while Mr. Warner continued, "She has a sweet, angel face, Maggie, with eyes of lustrous blue and curls of golden hair.

A youth with long golden hair waving down over his black velvet doublet entered the room.

If the complex and various accidents of existence should have ruled out her life virtuously; if the many inflections of sentiment have decided against this last consummation, then she will wax to the complete, the unfathomable temptressthe Lilith of oldshe will never set him free, and in the end will be found about his heart "one single golden hair."

Her mother sent two of her companions to question her, and at last she told them that she would not rise and eat until they found the person to whom the golden hair belonged; if it were the hair of a man he should be her husband and if it came from a girl she would have that girl come and live with her.

Looking up, he saw hershe was at the other end of the gallery; he saw the tall, slender figure and the sweeping dresshe saw the white arms with their graceful contour, the golden hair, the radiant faceand he groaned aloud; he saw her looking up at the pictures as she passed slowly alongthe ancestral Arleighs of whom he was so proud.

There is also a picture in which St. Anna ministers to her daughter, and is intent on braiding and adorning her long golden hair, while the angels look on with devout admiration.

If the complex and various accidents of existence should have ruled out her life virtuously; if the many inflections of sentiment have decided against this last consummation, then she will wax to the complete, the unfathomable temptressthe Lilith of oldshe will never set him free, and in the end will be found about his heart "one single golden hair."

He was amazed at the delicacy of her coloring, at the blue of her eyes, at the dazzle of the sun-touched golden hair.

The fair head rested pathetically against my old coat, and I tried to wipe away her tears with her long golden hair; for I had not any handkerchief.

But nothing to me were the sea-sounds, 5 The wind and the yellow star, When over my breast the banner Of your golden hair was spread.

After a minute she stooped and kissed Phoebe's golden hair.

One ray of sunlight fell among the tangles of her golden hair, and glowed like a halo above the marble-white brow.

The loveliest wonderful maiden On high is sitting there, With golden jewels braiden, And she combs her golden hair.