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
  'To Helen', stanza 2.

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
  Hugh Selwyn Mauberley, pt.1.

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
  The consciousness of Antoinette Mason/Bertha Rochester at a point of intersection with the text of Jane Eyre. Wide Sargasso Sea, pt.3.

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
  Poems,'The Blessed Damozel', stanza1.

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

-Rossetti, Dante Gabriel
  Poems,'The Blessed Damozel', stanza 2.

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
The House of Life,'Body's Beauty', pt.2.

'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
  'Jock of Hazeldean', stanza 3.

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
  Bob Acres.The Rivals, act 2, sc.1.

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
  Of the nobility of Boulogne.Travels through France and Italy.

'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
^67  Tristram Shandy, bk.2, ch.12.

   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'
Peace Rhymes of a Padre,'Indifference'.

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

-Swinburne, Algernon Charles
  Poems and Ballads,'Hymn to Proserpine'.

'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
  Poems,'The Gardener's Daughter', l.24^8.

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

-Tennyson
  The Princess,'Prologue', l.141^2.

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
  Speech, Dorking. Alluding to the title bestowed upon her by the Soviet defence journal, in Red Star, 31 Jan.

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)
  'HeThinks ofThose who have Spoken Evil of His Beloved', complete poem. Collected in TheWind Among the Reeds (1899).

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

-Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)
  'ForAnne Gregory', l.16^18. Collected in TheWinding Stair and Other Poems (1933).