Hair Quotes
and Poems
(Hair in the Literary World)
From the
Bible:
"The first to come out was red, and his
whole body was like a hairy
garment; so they named him Esau [which may mean hairy; he was also called
Edom, which means red]." – Genesis 25:25 (NIV)
"...If harm comes to him on the journey
you are taking, you will bring
my gray head [or hairs] down to the grave in sorrow." – Genesis
42:38 (NIV)
"And all the women who were willing and
had the skill spun the goat
hair." – Exodus 35:26 (NIV)
"The priest is to examine the sore on
his skin, and if the hair in the
sore has turned white and the sore appears to be more than skin deep,
it is
an infectious skin disease...... if it appears to be more than skin
deep and
the hair in it is yellow and thin... it is an itch, an infectious disease
of
the head or chin...... When a man has lost his hair and is bald, he
is
clean... But if he has a reddish-white sore on his bald head or forehead,
it
is an infectious disease..." – Leviticus 13:3, 30, 40, 42 (NIV)
"...he must shave off all his hair; he
must shave his head, his beard,
his eyebrows, and the rest of his hair..." – Leviticus 14:9 (NIV)
"...he must let the hair of his head grow
long...... [he] must shave off
the hair that he dedicated. He is to take the hair and put it in the
fire
that is under the sacrifice of the fellowship offering." – Numbers
6:5, 18
"But the hair on his head began to grow
again after it had been shaved."
– Judges 16:22 (NIV)
"Among all these soldiers were seven hundred
chosen men who were
left-handed, each of whom could sling a stone at a hair and not miss."
–
Judges 20:16 (NIV)
"As surely as the Lord lives, not a hair
of his head will fall to the
ground, for he did this today with God's help." – I Samuel 14:45
(NIV)
"Whenever he cut the hair of his head
– he used to cut his hair from
time to time when it became too heavy for him – he would weigh it, and
its
weight was two hundred shekels [that is about 5 pounds] by the royal
standard" – II Samuel 14:15 (NIV)
"When I heard this, I tore my tunic and
cloak, pulled hair from my head
and beard and sat down appalled." – Ezra 9:3 (NIV)
"A spirit glided past my face,
and the hair on my
body stood on end." – Job 4:15 (NIV)
"Surely God will crush the heads of his
enemies,
the hairy crowns of those
who go on in
their sins."
– Psalm 68:21 (NIV)
"Instead of fragrance there will be a
stench;
instead of a sash, a rope;
instead of well-dressed hair, baldness;
instead of fine clothing,
sackcloth;
instead of beauty, branding."
– Isaiah 3:24 (NIV)
"In that day the Lord will use a razor
hired from beyond the River... to
shave your head and the hair of your legs, and to take off your beards
also."
– Isaiah 7:20 (NIV)
"I offered my back to those who beat me,
my cheeks to those who pulled
out my beard..." – Isaiah 50:6 (NIV)
"Cut off your hair and throw it away;
take up a lament..." – Jeremiah
7:29 (NIV)
"Now, son of man, take a sharp sword and
use it as a barber's razor to
shave your head and your beard. Then take a set of scales and divide
up the
hair." – Ezekiel 5:1 (NIV)
"You grew up and developed and became
the most beautiful of jewels.
Your breasts were formed and your hair grew, you who were naked and
bare." –
Ezekiel 16:7 (NIV)
"...They saw the fire had not harmed their
bodies, nor was a hair of
their heads singed..." – Daniel 3:27 (NIV)
"...His clothing was white as snow;
the hair of his head was
white like wool.
His throne was flaming with fire,
and its wheels were all ablaze."
– Daniel 7:9 (NIV)
"John's clothes were made of camel's hair..."
– Matthew 2:3 (NIV)
"And do not swear by your head, for you
cannot make even one hair white
or black." – Matthew 5:36 (NIV)
"John wore clothing made of camel's hair..."
– Mark 1:6 (NIV)
"All men will hate you because of me.
But not a hair of your head will
perish. By standing firm you will gain life." – Luke 21:18 (NIV)
"...wiped his feet with her hair."
– John 11:2, 12:3 (NIV)
"...if a woman has long hair, it is her
glory..." – I Corinthians 11:15
(NIV)
"Your beauty should not come from outward
adornment, such as braided
hair... Instead it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty
of
a gentle and quiet spirit..." – I Peter 3:3 (NIV)
"His head and hair were white like wool,
as white as snow, and his eyes
were like blazing fire." – Revelation 1:14 (NIV)
"The sun turned black like sackcloth made
of goat hair..." – Revelation
6:12 (NIV)
"Their hair was like women's hair, and
their teeth were like lions'
teeth." – Revelation 9:8 (NIV)
The Holy Bible, New International Version. Grand Rapids: Zondervan Bible
Publishers. International Bible Society, 1984.
(http://landow.stg.brown.edu/victorian/rb/porphyria.html)
31 May 1999.
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"Porphyria's
Lover"
The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm, And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And called me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me -- she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavor,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me forever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could tonight's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I looked up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshiped me: surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily opened her lids: again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untightened next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propped her head up as before,
Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorned at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gained instead!
Porphyria's love: she guessed not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirred,
And yet God has not said a word!
1836, 1842 -- Robert Browning
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