tresses

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, but the star of morning in her heart.

And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.

Tresses of her hair she clipped, And within the tower slipped.

Through her tresses he saw her face turn red; passionately she arose.

He could not lift his hands, but they groped for the tresses, found them and clung.