Forsake me not, O God, in mine old age, when I am grey-headed; until I have showed Thy strength unto this generation, and Thy power to all them which are yet for to come.

With free leave Henry every day Thither repairs, until she heard Him talking of a fine grey bird.

Under a dull, thick sky the sea ran in heavy swells, greasy and grey.

The fog clung about the vessel, Lanyard thought, like dull grey cotton wool.

And there I wait the while the sacrifice Is slain before me; then down with a swoop I get me from my skyey throne, and dye Deep in the ruddy stream my talons grey Hurrah!

There is a little dove that sits Between the arches all alone, Cut and carved in old grey stone, And a spider o'er it flits: Round and round his web is spun, With the still bird looking through, From among the beads of dew, Set in glories of the sun.

Then the bells for matins ring, And the grey friars past it go, Into church in double row, And it hears the chaunts they sing.

Round the old grey spire in the evening calm, No more they circle in sportive glee, Hearing the hum of the vesper psalm, And the swell of the organ so far below; But far, far away, over land and sea, In the still mid-air the swift Passage-birds go.

The first faint streak of the morning glows, Like the feeble blush on the budding rose; And in long grey lines the clouds divide, And march away with retreating Night, Whilst the bright gleams of victorious Light, Follow them goldenly far and wide:

The Grey-beard Winter sat alone and still, Locking his treasures in the flinty earth; And like a miser comfortless and chill, Frown'd upon pleasure and rejected mirth; But Spring came, gentle Spring, the young, the fair, And with her smiles subdued his frosty heart, So that for very joy to see her there, His soul, relenting, play'd the lover's part;

The Midnight Sun rose like an angry god, Girt round with clouds, through which a lurid glow Fev'rously trembled to the waves below, And smote the waters with a fiery rod; Above, the glory circled up the sky, Fainter and fainter to the sullen grey, Till the black under-drift of clouds away Went with the gathering wind, and let it die.

No other shape of man or beast in view, Dull grey the sky, and moaning low the wind.

" And all the land was desolate and waste; The fields stood rotting 'neath the Autumn rains, And no man pluckt the sodden corn that lay, Dead ripe, along the furrows 'mid the weeds; No cattle browsed upon the long rank grass, Or paused to gaze upon him as he rode; The cottages, deserted all in haste, Stood open-door'd and rifted by the winds, With cold grey ashes scatter'd o'er the hearth.

Above the land Grey shadows stretch out, still and cold, Flinging o'er water, wood, and wold, Mysterious shapes, whose ghastly hand Presses down sorrow on the heart, And silence on the lips that part.

Winds are sighing round the drooping eaves; Sadly float the midnight hours away; Dun and grey athwart the ivy-leaves, Fall the first pale chilly tints of day, Ah me!

turn Grey beard and hair.

By Elinor's grey eye, she's fair indeed.

Off with these silks; my garments shall be grey, My shirt hard hair; my bed the ashy dust; My pillow but a lump of hard'ned clay: For clay I am, and with clay I must.

There was blood on my brown boots, too, and the grey tweed clothes which I had not had time to change since arriving in Paris.

Any car could be powerful and well made; every car should be, or you would not pay for it; but she had never seen one before with such heavenly little arrangements for luggage and lunch; while as for the gold toilet things, in a pale grey suède case, they were beyond words, and she must have themthe motor also, of course, since it went with them.

[104] Cockburn (Life of Jeffrey, i. 182) writing of the beginning of this century, describes how the General Assembly 'met in those days, as it had done for about 200 years, in one of the aisles of the then grey and venerable cathedral of St. Giles.

Mr. Maclaurin's epitaph, as engraved on a marble tomb-stone, in the Grey-Friars church-yard, Edinburgh: Infra situs est COLIN MACLAURIN, Mathes.

She turned to Victor with grey eyes shining and resolute.

Have you any fault to find with that?" Olive returned his look steadily with her cold grey eyes while she considered his words.

It looked haggard and grey, as if a withering hand had touched him and shorn away his youth.

I should like one chance at his hair, for all his goodness.

And you couldn't say 'twas regularity of features exactly, either, for her eyes were too limited in circumference, and her nose too numerous in diameter; and her mouth monopolized too much latitude, and she had a hair-mole on one cheek, and faint dawnings of a moustache on her upper lip.

My hair has gradually assumed a lovely golden hue, but my complexion is very dark.

a patriot by name and a Pat-rioter by nature, with enough hair on his head to stuff a gabion, and not sense enough beneath it to accommodate a well-informed parrot.

The "Professor" who was engaged to travel with him, it seems, was highly gifted so far as good clothes, a fine head of hair, and a sweet expression, were concerned.

I love you like the little bird That picks up crumbs around the door.' The Priest sat by and heard the child, In trembling zeal he seized his hair: He led him by his little coat, And all admired the priestly care.

Cockernony, woman's hair gathered up with a band.

Cryne, hair.

But what can we do?" "Well, the first thing for you to do is to go and brush your hair and make yourself tidy, then come down and meet Mr. Hepworth; and then we'll all go over to the hotel for dinner.

" "But some kinds of beauty are not worth having," went on young Harper; "look at that man over there with a lean pale face and long lank hair.

When we were coming back from Texas, Maurice held on the plait of my hair all the way back.

"Kate had red hair.

wen I seed him all my hair strings en all jes stood straight up.

" Nannie is a tall bright negro holding herself very straight, with real white long hair.

Her hair is very fine and wavy.

foh I hears er scratching noise en dar war er big white cat on de wall wid all he's hair standing on dat cat jos jumps from wall ter de nother en Uncle Lige en me jes open dat cabin door en started ter de tother cabins on de place en we deed dat thing dat war bigger den eny cat I eber seed jes come thru dat door in de air en hit de front gate, dis gate hed er iron weight on hit so hit would stay shot en dis thing hit at de top den

She is a tall gaunt black Negro with white hair about one inch long and very kinky, and still she dresses as the older slave woman dressed in the past days.

Den git a hand which is a bag, Hoo-doo; Made uv any sort uv rag, Hoo-doo; An' let de top be color'd blue, Den git de hair frum out de shoe, Hoo-doo.

Then someone wanted to have his hair cut and Alf proved to be an excellent barber.

But one, a lone one, 'midst the throng, Seem'd reckless all of dance or song: He was a youth of dusky mien, Whereon the Indian sun had been; Of crested brow, and long black hair A stranger, like the Palm-tree, there.

[Illustration: HAIR, GREATLY MAGNIFIED. A. Hairs of the Bat.

In some nests, hair, wool, and rushes are dexterously interwoven.

In some, all the parts are firmly fastened by a thread, which the bird makes of hemp, wool, hair, or more commonly of spiders' webs.

The one kneeling on the ground, and collecting the flowers, is, in one respect, disagreeablethe light of the sky, too much of the same hue and tone as the face, is but little separated from itin fact, only by the dark hair; while all below the face and bosom is a too heavy dark mass.

There she stood, radiant with beauty, and in all her bridal attire, except that she had thrown of her bonnet, and her beautiful hair was allowed to be free and unconfined.