fair-hair'd

Updated: June 5, 2025

Such, for example, were the Carylls of West Grinstead, and the Blounts of Mapledurham, where there were two bright-eyed daughters of Pope's own age, the "fair-hair'd Martha and Teresa brown," whose names, linked in Gay's dancing-verse, were afterward to be indissolubly connected with that of their Binfield neighbor.

- Great Men and Famous Women, Vol. 7 : A Series of Pen and Pencil Sketches of the Lives of More Than 200 of the Most Prominent Personages in History

There was the knight of fair-hair'd Danae born, Perseus. Orion is not specially mentioned, but Orion, Lepus, and the Dogs seem referred to: Men of chase Were taking the fleet hares; two keen-toothed dogs Bounded beside. Homer would find no difficulty in pluralising the mighty Hunter and the hare into huntsmen and hares when utilising a description originally referring to the constellation.

Richard A. (Richard Anthony) Proctor - Myths and Marvels of Astronomy

Oh, my friend, I think sometimes, could I recall the days that are past, which among them should I choose? Not, those "merrier days," not the "pleasant days of hope," not "those wanderings with a fair-hair'd maid," which I have so often, and so feelingly regretted, but the days, Coleridge, of a mother's fondness for her schoolboy.

Charles Lamb - The Best Letters of Charles Lamb

There was a little fair-hair'd Norman maid Lived in my mother's house: if Rosamund is The world's rose, as her name imports her she Was the world's lily. John of Salisbury. Ay, and what of her? Becket. She died of leprosy."

Andrew Lang - Alfred Tennyson

And many a wild gibe was utter'd, and many a terrible blasphemy, and many an impure phrase sounded out the pollution of the hearts of these half-crazed creatures, as they toss'd down their liquor, and made the walls echo with their uproar. The first and foremost in recklessness was a girlish-faced, fair-hair'd fellow of twenty-two or three years. They called him Mike.

Walt Whitman - Complete Prose Works: Specimen Days and Collect, November Boughs and Goodbye My Fancy

Long may'st thou weep, but never shalt thou see Thy fair-hair'd mariner return to thee, Clasp thy young beauty in a long embrace, And read his pardon in thy happy face; Thy gentle prayers, fair mourner, could not save! Thy sailor sleeps within the stormy wave. The catastrophe which is now about to be related made a deep impression on the public mind.

Anonymous - Thrilling Narratives of Mutiny, Murder and Piracy : A weird series of tales of shipwreck and disaster, from the earliest part of the century to the present time, with accounts of providential escapes and heart-rending fatalities.