The tresses of this lady were shining and black, like the plumage of the raven.
It was Venus rising from the waves with no veil save her tresses.
The crown of her tresses as she walked beside him was at his shoulder.
Hunted his howling host, his Thyiads with tresses dishevelled.
Diane blushed, but put up a hand and began to uncoil the tresses.
Night upon her tresses, ...