I smoothed the shining tresses, With tearful, fond caresses, And words of thankful prayer.

God keep you tenderly, my life's dear hope and unseen blessing; Oh, night wind, touch her tresses till I come with fond caressing, Thy crown of pearl-linked light, oh, royal moon stoop down and give her, Till queen of love's own kingdom, I crown her mine forever.

I saw her standing on the deck, Beneath an awning cool and shady; Her cap of velvet could not hold The tresses of her hair of gold, That flowed and floated like the stream, And fell in masses down her neck.

Escaping from the edge of one of them I saw a shiny tress of woman's hair.

On the present occasion, there could scarcely be said to be anything deserving the name of wind, though Ghita felt her cheek, which was warmed with the rich blood of her country, fanned by an air so gentle that occasionally it blew aside tresses that seemed to vie with the floss silk of her native land.

I will cut off these tresses, which no longer please thee: I will clothe myself in other attire, and go with thee into the battle.

Miss Farrow still had long and luxuriant hair, and perhaps the pleasantest half-hour in each day had come to be that half-hour just before she dressed for dinner, when Pegler, with gentle, skilful fingers, brushed and combed her mistress's beautiful tresses, and finally dressed them to the best advantage.

The woman who wears her silken tresses arranged on either side of her head, draped like curtains from a central parting, is to be envied if she can do it and yet look young and pretty.

Then she smiled, as one that hath a bright thought, and straightway loosed the golden fillet that bound her glowing tresses so that they fell about her in all their glory, rippling far down her broidered habit.

From her straw hat with its faded ribbons escaped heavy tresses which shone like gold.

Overhead, Shaking his cloudy tresses loose in air, Rises Pilatus, with his windy pines.

In his Impatience and Amusement during her Absence Adam the while, Waiting desirous her return, had wove Of choicest Flowers a Garland, to adorn Her Tresses, and her rural Labours crown: As Reapers oft are wont their Harvest Queen.

Does that mean that I should have to shear my wife's silken tresses?

Women literally toss their tresses together without any attention to the natural inclination of the individual strands or fibres.

This should act as a warning to those ladies who adopt the silly habit of removing their tresses on retiring for the night.

Heavy masses of soft silken hair, black as midnight, with bluish reflections on its lustrous waves (bleu à force d'être noir, as Alexandre Dumas describes such tresses), untortured by crimping-pins or curling-tongs, were rolled back in plain folds above her low, broad brow.

she exclaimed, as she unfolded the packet, and disclosed a tress of fair hair, evidently matching Gillian's lint-white locks.

"I'm going to put it under my pillow and sleep on it every night," Bengal had sniffed tearfully, displaying the tress to her tentmates.

" II.Wallace the Liberator Band after band of Scottish patriots flocked to the banner of Wallace the banner that bore the legend "God armeth the patriot," and in which was embroidered a tress of Lady Marion's hair.

The Sea-flower had lingered among the last to say adieu, and now, in her own apartment, she had sunk into a chair, the delicate pearls still encircling her sunny tresses, vieing in purity with her fair complexion; her eyes were fixed on vacancy, and she was not aware that the morning was peeping in upon her, till started from her reveries by her own gentle sighs.

She quick evades my least caress, Nor grants to me a single tress From out her wealth of golden hair.

From under the cap, which completely covers the ears, fall two long braided tresses, which hang over the bosom, and a sort of visor of hair comes down upon the forehead, cut square just above the eyebrows.

I wonder" She fastened the last dark tress of hair, still wondering.

Like fern my tresses o'er my temples streamed; O'er my dark eyebrows, white my forehead gleamed: My eyes were of Athenè's radiant blue, My mouth was milk, its accents honeydew.

So I said that the English idea of flirting and the French were different; that the Marquis seemed to me to be quite an agreeable Frenchman, and no doubt she would be very happy; and far from it grieving me, I was delighted to think she would be settled at last, as twenty-two was rather on the road to fixing St. Catherine's tresses.