A Woman's Hair

George Gordon Lord Byron

Oh! little lock of golden hue
  In gently waving ringlet curl’d,
By the dear head on which you grew,
  I would not lose you for a world.

Not though a thousand more adorn
  The polished brow where once you shone,
Like rays which guild a cloudless sky
  Beneath Columbia’s fervid zone.

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• George Gordon Lord Byron : Ad Lesbiam
• George Gordon Lord Byron : Adieu, Adieu! My Native Land
• George Gordon Lord Byron : Adrian's Address To His Soul When Dying
• George Gordon Lord Byron : All Is Vanity,' Saith The Preacher
• George Gordon Lord Byron : An Occasional Prologue, Delivered By The Author Previous To The Performance Of 'the Wheel Of Fortune' At A Private Theatre
• George Gordon Lord Byron : And Thou Art Dead, As Young And Fair
• George Gordon Lord Byron : And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low?
• George Gordon Lord Byron : Answer To A Beautiful Poem, Written By Montgomery, Author Of 'the Wanderer Of Switzerland,' Etc., Entitled 'the Common Lot.'
• George Gordon Lord Byron : Answer To Some Elegant Verses Sent By A Friend To The Author, Complaining That One Of His Descriptions Was Rather Too Warmly Drawn
• George Gordon Lord Byron : Answer To The Foregoing, Addressed To Miss-

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