But she wasn't a little girl, she was a beautiful woman, tall and lovely, with tresses of black hair that curved like cupped hands around her face.
Quotes about tresses (14 Quotes)
Once upon a perfect night, unclouded and still, there came the face of a pale and beautiful lady. The tresses of her hair reached out to make the constellations, and the dewy vapours of her gown fell soft upon the land.
It is for homely features to keep home, They had their name thence coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler and to tease the huswife's wool. What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn.
Long tresses down to the floor can be beautiful, if you have that, but learn to love what you have.
Ere, in the northern gale, The summer tresses of the trees are gone, The woods of Autumn, all around our vale, Have put their glory on.
Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.
And so it lies happily,
Bathing in many
A dream of the truth
And the beauty of Annie-
Drowned in a bath
Of the tresses of Annie.
HYD, Absolon, they gilte tresses clere Ester, ley thou thy meknesse al a-doun Hyd, Jonathas, al thy frendly manere Penalopee, and Marcia Catoun, Mak of your wyfhod no comparisoun Hyde ye your beautes, Isoude and Eleyne, Alceste is here, that al that may desteyne. Thy faire bodye, let hit net appere, Lavyne and thou, Lucresse of Rome toun, And Polixene, that boghte love so dere, Eek Cleopatre, with al thy passioun, Hyde ye your trouthe in love and your renoun And thou, Tisbe, that hast for love swich peyne Alceste is here, that al that may desteyne. Herro, Dido, Laudomia, alle in-fere, Eek Phyllis, hanging for thy Demophoun, And Canace, espyed by thy chere, Ysiphile, betrayed with Jasoun, Mak of your trouthe in love no boft ne soun Nor Ypermistre or Adriane, ne pleyne Alceste is here, that al that may desteyne.
O hearts that break and give no sign Save whitening lip and fading tresses.
Many of the phenomena of Winter are suggestive of an inexpressible tenderness and fragile delicacy. We are accustomed to hear this king described as a rude and boisterous tyrant but with the gentleness of a lover he adorns the tresses of Summer.
Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair.
Under yonder beech-tree single on the greensward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to slip and ripple idly, Lies my young love sleeping in the shade.
The whole fauna of human fantasies, their marine vegetation, drifts and luxuriates in the dimly lit zones of human activity, as though plaiting thick tresses of darkness. Here, too, appear the lighthouses of the mind . . .
The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have know a better day.