English poem
A Woman'S Hair. [1]
by Baron Byron George Gordon 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 [i] Beneath Columbia's fervid zone.
1806.
More by Baron Byron George Gordon Byron
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- Beneath Which Lord Byron Inserted The Following:--