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hair Definition

hair (her, har)

noun

  1. any of the fine, threadlike outgrowths from the skin of an animal or human being
  2. a growth of these; esp.,
    1. the growth covering the human head
    2. the growth covering all or part of the skin of most mammals
  3. material woven from hair
  4. an extremely small space, margin, degree, etc. to miss by a hair
  5. Bot. a threadlike growth on a plant; trichome

Etymology: ME here < OE hær (akin to Ger haar, Frank *harja) & < ? OFr haire, hair shirt < Frank *harja < IE base *er(s)-, to bristle

adjective

  1. made of or with hair
  2. for the care of the hair hair tonic

hair Related Forms
hair·like′ adjective
hair Idioms

get in one's hair

Slang to annoy one

hair of the dog (that bit one)

Informal a drink of alcoholic liquor taken as a supposed cure for a hangover

have (or get) by the short hairs

Slang to have (or get) completely at one's mercy

let one's hair down

Slang to be very informal, relaxed, and free in behavior

make one's hair stand on end

to terrify or horrify one

not turn a hair

to show no fear, surprise, embarrassment, etc.; stay calm and unruffled

split hairs

to make petty distinctions; quibble

to a hair

exactly; right in every detail

hair Synonyms

hair

n.

  1. Threadlike growth

    locks, tresses, wig, moustache, whiskers, eyebrow, eyelash, thatch, sideburn, down, tress, wool, shock, mane, filament, fluff; see also beard, fur.

  2. One threadlike growth

    whisker, cilium, bristle, vibrissa, striga, villus; see also fiber 1, thread.

  3. Anything suggesting the thickness of a hair

    filament, strand, thread, fiber, a hairbreadth, a narrow margin, whisker, nose, hair trigger, hairspring, splinter, shaving, sliver; see also bit 3.

get in one's hair*

irritate, annoy, disturb; see bother 2.

have by the short hairs*

have at one's mercy, victimize, have over a barrel*; see defeat 1.

let one's hair down*

relax, be informal, have fun, let oneself go; see relax 1.

make one's hair stand on end

terrify, scare, horrify; see frighten 1.

split hairs

quibble, cavil, nag; see fight 1.

to a hair

precisely, perfectly, right in every detail; see exactly.

hair Usage Examples

Converse of object

  • comb: He wore the same dark jacket and she thought he looked better this time, his hair combed, parted in the middle.
  • shave: The man is described as white with a sallow complexion, five feet seven inches, slim build and short, shaved dark hair.
  • bleach: Testing was carried out on bleached European hair from a conditioner ( 1:5 water dilution ) or shampoo ( 1:10 dilution ).
  • pluck: In what cases would " assault and plucking hair " be a greater offense than other forms of assault?

Adjective modifier

  • blond: Long blond hair, hazel eyes, enjoy working out at the gym.
  • curly: Always avoid brushing curly hair, use a wide tooth comb to just separate the curls instead.
  • blond: Angel was winning, flying through the air with her blond hair trailing, triumph in her face, eyes victorious.
  • brown: You see even people with brown hair can be interesting!
  • facial: The bald patches have now spread to cover approximately 40 percent of my facial hair, at least creating less area to shave daily.
  • gray: The second man was a white male in his fifties with gray hair.

Modifies a noun

  • dryer: A hair dryer or paint stripping heat gun is a handy tool.
  • follicle: Reality Check: No product known today will grow a hair without a viable hair follicle.
  • salon: This week has also produced a fashion shoot for one of our clients; a local hair salon.
  • loss: Hair Loss Articles Is Hair Loss Shampoo Any Good For Me?
  • dye: These findings suggest a role for hair dyes, solvents or other chemicals used in salons.
  • removal: This is the most commonly asked question by people considering laser hair removal.

Noun used with modifier

  • ginger: Brad is easy to spot with his big mop of ginger hair!
  • chest: He stared in amazement as sparks went down the front of his shirt and set his chest hair afire.

Possessives

  • breadth: The third round seemed to miss the thing's tail by a hair's breadth.

Preposition: in

  • curler: The hairdresser arrived at 7.30 to put my hair in curlers.
hair Quotes

   Straightway I was 'ware So weeping, how a mystic shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair And a voice said in mastery while I strove† 'Guess now who holds thee!'ö'Death', I said, but there The silver answer rang† 'Not Death, but Love.'

—Browning, Elizabeth ne¤  e Barrett

'O I forbid you, maidens a', That wear gowd on your hair, To come or gae by Carterhaugh, For youngTam Lin is there. 'There's nane that gaes by Carterhaugh, But they leave him a wad. Either their rings or green mantles, Or else their maidenhead.' Janet has kilted her green kirtle A little aboon her knee, And she has braided her yellow hair A little aboon her bree, And she's awa'to Carterhaugh As fast as she can hie.

—Ballads

'A chain of gold ye sall not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair; Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair.'

—Scott, Sir Walter

   When a woman ceases to alter the fashion of her hair, you guess that she has passed the crisis of her experience.

—Austin, Mary Hunter

They have no education, no taste for reading, no housewifery, nor, indeed, any earthly occupation but that ofdressingtheirhair, andadorningtheirbodies.Theyhate walking, and would never go abroad, if they were not stimulated by the vanityof being seen† Nothing can be more parsimonious than the economy of these people. They live upon soup and bouille, fish and salad.

—Smollett,Tobias George

His true Penelope was Flaubert, He fished by obstinate isles; Observed the elegance of Circe's hair Rather than the mottoes on sundials.

—Pound, Ezra Loomis

I stand before you tonight in my green chiffon evening gown, my face softly made up, my fair hair gently waved†the Iron Lady of the Western World? Me? A Cold War warrior? Well, yesöif that is how they wish to interpret my defence of values and freedoms fundamental to our way of life.

—Thatcher, Margaret HildaThatcher, Baroness

   Who says that fictions onlyand false hair Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty? Is all good structure in a winding stair?

—Herbert, George

Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrist? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? And wherefore ishewearing such a conscience-stricken air? Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.

—Housman, A(lfred) E(dward)

Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeleine's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory like a saint: She seemed a splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven.

—Keats,John

Sculpture in stone should look honestly like stone†to make it look like flesh and blood, hair and dimples is coming down to the level of the stage conjuror.

—Moore, Henry Spencer

Yea, is not even Apollo, with hair and harpstring of gold, A bitter God to follow, a beautiful God to behold?

—Swinburne, Algernon Charles

Who is the smiling stranger With hair as white as gin, What is he doing with the children And who could have let him in?

—Causley, Charles

'You are old, Father William,'the young man said, 'And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your headö Do you think, at your age, it is right?' 'In my youth,' Father William replied to his son, 'I feared it might injure the brain; But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again.' See Southey 805:96.

—Dodgson

   Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves'eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead. Thy teeth are like a flockof sheep that are evenshorn, whichcameup from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them. Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks. Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. Thy two breasts are liketwo young roesthat aretwins, which feed among the lilies.Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and tothehill of frankincense.Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

—Bible (Old Testament)

'Tis not your work, but Love's. Love, unperceived, A more ideal Artist he than all, Came, drew your pencil from you, made those eyes Darker than the darkest pansies, and that hair More black than ashbuds in the front of March.

—Tennyson

Her hair that lay along her back Was yellow like ripe corn.

—Rossetti, Dante Gabriel

He was in logic a great critic, Profoundly skilled in analytic. He could distinguish and divide A hair 'twixt south and southwest side.

—Butler, Samuel

And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.

—Coleridge, Samuel Taylor

Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air.

—Gray,Thomas

   If a man have long hair, it is a shame unto him. But if a woman have long hair, it is a glory to her: for her hair isgiven her for a covering.

—Bible (NewTestament)

You will never get on in politics, my dear, with that hair.

—Viscountess ne¤  e Langhorne

With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans, And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.

—Tennyson

Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.

—Plath, Sylvia

O waly, waly up the bank, And waly, waly doun the brae, And waly, waly yon burn-side Where I and my love wont to gae. I lean'd my back unto an aik, I thocht it was a trustie tree; But first it bow'd, and syne it brakeö Sae my true love did lichtlie me. O waly, waly, gin love be bonnie A little time while it is new; But when 'tis auld it waxeth cauld And fades awa' like morning dew. O wherefore should I busk my heid, O wherefore should I kame my hair? For my true love has me forsook, And says he'll never lo'e me mair.

—Ballads

I met ayont the cairney A lass wi' tousled hair Singin'till a bairnie That was nae langer there.

—Grieve

Nobody knowshow towrite letters; and yet onehas 'em, one does not know why.öThey serve one to pin up one's hair.

—Congreve,William

I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair, Floating, like a vapour, on the soft summer air.

—Foster, Stephen Collins

Something of glass about her, of dead water, Chills and holds us, Far more fatal than painted flesh or the lodestone of live hair This despair of crystal brilliance.

—MacNeice, (Frederick) Louis

Ihave eyes like a bullfrog, a neck like anostrich and long, limp hair.You just have to be good to survive with that equipment.

—Davis, Bette originally Ruth Elizabeth Davis

Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair, And dream about the great and their pride; They have spoken against you everywhere, But weigh this song with the great and their pride; I made it out of a mouthful of air, Their children's children shall say they have lied.

—Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)

‚Pero la verdad es que estoy cansada, horriblemente cansada de ser la esposa femenina de ese animal masculino que se rasca, pierde el pelo sistema¤  ticamente y canta tangos pasados de moda!† Quisiera†quisiera engordar, fumar un puro y enviudar de una manera indolora y elegante. The truth is, I'm tired, frightfully tired of being the feminine spouse to the masculine animal who scratches himself, systematically loses his hair and sings outdated tangos!† I'd like† I'd like to get fat, to smoke cigars and to become a widow in a painless and elegant fashion.

—D|¤  az,Jorge

A man of your head and hair should owe more to that reverend ceremony, and not mountthemarriage bed like atown-bull, ora mountain-goat; but stay the dueseason and ascend it then with religion and fear.

—Jonson, Ben

'Tis the voice of the lobster; I heard him declare, 'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.'

—Dodgson

I'll make my old clothes know who's master. I shall straightaway cashier the hunting-frock, and render my leather breeches incapable. My hair has been in training some time.

—Sheridan, Richard Brinsley

   When Jesus came to Birmingham they simply passed Him by, They never hurt a hair of him, they only let Him die. For menhadgrownmoretenderandthey wouldnot give Him pain, Theyonlyjust passeddownthestreet, and left Himinthe rain.

—'Woodbine Willie'

Amarantha sweet and fair, Ah braid no more that shining hair! As my curious hand or eye, Hovering round thee let it fly.

—Lovelace, Richard

'I'll not hurt thee,'says my uncleToby, rising from his chair, and going across the room, with the fly in his hand, 'I'll not hurt a hair of thy head:öGo,'says he, lifting up the sash, and opening his hand as he spoke, to let it escape;ö'go, poor devil, get thee gone, why should I hurt thee?öThis world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.'

—Sterne, Laurence

Lo! as that youth's eyes burned at thine, so went Thy spell through him, and left his straight neck bent And round his heart one strangling golden hair. 698

—Rossetti, Dante Gabriel

: Madam, do you pin up your hair with all your letters? : Only with those in verse, Mr Witwoud. I never pin up my hair with prose.

—Congreve,William

She stands an instant in the sun Athwart her harsh land's red and greenö Hands of a serf, and warrior eyes Of some flame-sceptred Irish queen. † As if she does not care that life Has reft the jewels from her hairö But grieves that menial needs and base Were those that left her palace bare.

—Hyde, Robin pseudonym of IrisGuiver Wilkinson

O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, ally the heat That flames from their large nostrils! thou,O Summer, Beneath our oaks hast slept while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.

—Blake,William

As for the grass, it grewas scant as hair in leprosyöthin dried blades pricked the mud which underneath looked kneaded up with blood. One stiff blind horse, his every bone a-stare, stood stupefied.

—Browning, Robert

When lovely woman stoops to follyand Paces about her room again, alone, She smoothes her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone. See Goldsmith 361:47.

—Eliot,T(homas) S(tearns)

Presently I shall be introduced as 'this venerable old gentleman'and the axe will fall when they raise meto the degreeof 'grandoldman'.Thatmeansonourcontinentany onewithsnow-whitehair whohaskeptoutof jailtill eighty.

—Leacock, Stephen Butler

Dead echoes! But I knew her body there, Time like a serpent down her shoulder, dark, And space, an eaglet's wing, laid on her hair.

—Crane, (Harold) Hart

The blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.

—Rossetti, Dante Gabriel

'Tis a shame to human nature, such a head of hair as his; In the good old time 'twas hanging for the colour that it is; Though hanging isn't bad enough and flaying would be fair For the nameless and abominable colour of his hair.

—Housman, A(lfred) E(dward)

Alas! What boots it with uncessant care To tend the homely slighted Shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless muse; Were it not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th'abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.

—Milton,John

On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome.

—Poe, EdgarAllan

There is no looking-glass here and I don't know what I am like now. I remember watching myself brush my hair and how my eyes looked back at me. The girl I saw was myself and yet not quite myself. Long ago when I was a child and very lonely I tried to kiss her. But the glass was between usöhard, cold and misted over with my breath.Now they havetaken everything away.What am I doing in this place and who am I?

—Rhys,Jean pseudonym of  Ellen Gwendolen Rees Williams

Stand on the highest pavement of the stairö Lean on a garden urnö Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

—Eliot,T(homas) S(tearns)

   When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye; The Gods, that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.

—Lovelace, Richard

Marie Hamilton's to the kirk gane, Wi'ribbons in her hair; The king thought mair o'Marie Hamilton Than ony that were there.

—Ballads

Dear, dead woman, with suchhair, tooöwhat's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms? I feel chilly and grown old.

—Browning, Robert

When a woman isn't beautiful, people always say,'You have lovely eyes, you have lovely hair.'

—Chekhov, Anton

Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

—Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)