Her glossy hair was clustered o’er a brow
  Bright with intelligence, and fair, and smooth.
Don Juan, Canto I.  LORD BYRON.

  It was brown with a golden gloss, Janette,
  It was finer than silk of the floss, my pet;
  ’Twas a beautiful mist falling down to your wrist,
  ’Twas a thing to be braided, and jewelled, and kissed—­
  ’Twas the loveliest hair in the world, my pet.
Janette’s Hair.  C.G.  HALPINE (Miles O’Reilly).

  As she fled fast through sun and shade,
  The happy winds upon her played,
  Blowing the ringlets from the braid.
Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere.  A. TENNYSON.

  Come let me pluck that silver hair
    Which ’mid thy clustering curls I see;
  The withering type of time or care
    Has nothing, sure, to do with thee.
The Grey Hair.  A.A.  WATTS.

HAND.

  Without the bed her other fair hand was,
    On the green coverlet; whose perfect white
  Showed like an April daisy on the grass,
    With pearly sweat, resembling dew of night.
Lucrece.  SHAKESPEARE.

The hand of a woman is often, in youth,
Somewhat rough, somewhat red, somewhat graceless, in truth;
Does its beauty refine, as its pulses grow calm,
Or as sorrow has crossed the life line in the palm?
Lucile, Pt.  I. Canto III. (Owen Meredith).  LORD LYTTON.

                           They may seize
  On the white wonder of dear Juliet’s hand.
Romeo and Juliet.  Act iii.  Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

As if the world and they were hand and glove. Table Talk.  W. COWPER.

With an angry wafture of your hand,
Gave sign for me to leave you.
Julius Caesar, Act ii.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Then join in hand, brave Americans all;
  By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall.
The Liberty Song (1768).  J. DICKINSON.

HAPPINESS.

  Fixed to no spot is Happiness sincere: 
  ’Tis nowhere to be found, or ev’ry where;
  ’Tis never to be bought, but always free.
Essay on Man, Epistle IV.  A. POPE.

  We’re charmed with distant views of happiness,
  But near approaches make the prospect less.
Against Enjoyment.  T. YALDEN.

  For it stirs the blood in an old man’s heart: 
    And makes his pulses fly,
  To catch the thrill of a happy voice,
    And the light of a pleasant eye.
Saturday Afternoon.  N.P.  WILLIS.

  True happiness ne’er entered at an eye;
  True happiness resides in things unseen.
Night Thoughts, Night VIII.  DR. E. YOUNG.

  Some place the bliss in action, some in ease,
  Those call it pleasure, and contentment these.
Essay on Man, Epistle IV.  A. POPE.

  The spider’s most attenuated thread
  Is cord, is cable, to man’s tender tie
  On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.
Night Thoughts, Night I.  DR. E. YOUNG.