"Ringlet" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... cooked the beans and placed them prettily in a dish and on one side of the dish she put a tiny little ringlet of her ...
— The Laughing Prince - Jugoslav Folk and Fairy Tales • Parker Fillmore
... said Adrienne, smiling as she lifted, with the tips of her rosy fingers, one end of a long, silky ringlet ...
— The Wandering Jew, Complete • Eugene Sue
... thousand wire hairs of its head are not only numbered, but enswathed in silk, and combed out in so marvellous a way that any one of them can in a flash be linked to any other. Such hair-dressing! Such puffs and braids and ringlet relays! Whoever would learn the utmost that may be done with copper hairs of Titian red, must study the fantastic ...
— The History of the Telephone • Herbert N. Casson
... She knotted one ringlet. Syne knotted she twain, And sang—lo! thick darkness Dropp'd down on the main— She knotted three ringlets, Syne knotted she nine, A tempest stoop'd sudden And sharp on the brine, And away flew the boat— There's a damsel in Larg Will wonder what's ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction No. 485 - Vol. 17, No. 485, Saturday, April 16, 1831 • Various
... a shade inclining to red, Is tied up and carefully braided; And the forehead below (not as white the snow) By no drooping ringlet is shaded. ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol XXXII No. 6 June 1848 • Various
... moment, however, Paullus rallied, recovered his feet, drew from his bosom the long black ringlet of poor Lucia, and bathed it in the ...
— The Roman Traitor (Vol. 2 of 2) • Henry William Herbert
... knife from his own girdle and stabbed him with it, like a little fury! She did not kill him then, but Carmelo did afterward. To think of a little woman like that with such a devil in her! It is her boast that no man, save Carmelo, has ever touched so much as a ringlet of her hair. Ay; she is true ...
— Vendetta - A Story of One Forgotten • Marie Corelli
... and a folio, a ringlet, a glove, 'Neath a dance by Laguerre on the ceiling above, And a dream of the days when the bard was ...
— Grass of Parnassus • Andrew Lang
... my boys, Ven he get him frau And he vid her ringlet toys, As he take her paw. So drink, and call for vat you please, Until you hab your vack, boys; Ve'll think no more of angry seas, ...
— Snarley-yow - or The Dog Fiend • Frederick Marryat
... Circularity — N. circularity, roundness; rotundity &c 249. circle, circlet, ring, areola, hoop, roundlet^, annulus, annulet^, bracelet, armlet; ringlet; eye, loop, wheel; cycle, orb, orbit, rundle, zone, belt, cordon, band; contrate wheel^, crown wheel; hub; nave; sash, girdle, cestus^, cincture, baldric, fillet, fascia, wreath, garland; crown, corona, coronet, chaplet, snood, necklace, collar; noose, ...
— Roget's Thesaurus of English Words and Phrases: Body • Roget
... thou not exchange all that the wealthy Arhaemenes had, or the Mygdonian riches of fertile Phrygia, for one ringlet of Licymnia's hair? or the treasures of the Arabians, when she turns her head to you for fragrant kisses, or with easily assuaged anger denies them, which she would rather by far you took by force, and sometimes herself snatches ...
— The Essays of Montaigne, Complete • Michel de Montaigne
... But what it is, she cannot tell.— On the other side it seems to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. The night is chill; the forest bare; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek— There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel! ...
— The Life of Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 • James Gillman
... one good stare, evidently recognized a friend in Miss Charlecote, and let her seat him upon her knee, listening to her very complacently, but gazing very hard all the time at her, till at last, with an experimental air, he stretched one hand and stroked the broad golden ringlet that hung near him, evidently to satisfy himself whether it really was hair. Then he found his way to her watch, a pretty little one from Geneva, with enamelled flowers at the back, which so struck his fancy that he called out, 'Cilly, look!' The temptation drew ...
— Hopes and Fears - scenes from the life of a spinster • Charlotte M. Yonge
... leaning against the wall, and there was a soft, sorrowful look in his eyes, like I remember noticing once before while he was talking to Aileen about his early days, a thing he never did but once. Part of her hair had straggled down, and hung in a sort of ringlet by her face. It was pale, but clear and bright-looking, and there was a thin streak of blood across her forehead that showed as she came underneath the lamp-light from ...
— Robbery Under Arms • Thomas Alexander Browne, AKA Rolf Boldrewood
... still groping about underneath his hat, with the same strained, upward roll to his eyes; but, as she looked at him, a new light burst in upon Louise's mind, for two long locks of tawny hair had straggled down over his right ear, and lay in a feeble ringlet against the top of his tall collar. The Reverend Gabriel's wrist brushed against them; he felt of them inquiringly; then he deliberately took off his hat to show the top of his head shorn of the glory of his curl, and the long ends ...
— In Blue Creek Canon • Anna Chapin Ray
... lock Shorn for my father's grave, and when thy quest Was eager on the footprints I had made, Even I, thy brother, shaped and sized as thou, Fluttered thy spirit, as at sight of me! Lay now this ringlet whence 'twas shorn, and judge, And look upon this robe, thine own hands' work, The shuttle-prints, the creature wrought thereon— Refrain thyself, nor prudence lose in joy, For well I wot, our kin are less ...
— The House of Atreus • AEschylus
... ringlet from his mother's hand, and placed it at the moment next to the seat of his undying affection for the fair girl from whose ebon locks it ...
— Fardorougha, The Miser - The Works of William Carleton, Volume One • William Carleton
... that kept her hair; To Philip was a golden crown; And every ringlet was a snare, And every hat, and every gown And slipper, something more ...
— The Mistress of the Manse • J. G. Holland
... heaven The fire which we endure, it was repaid By him to whom the energy was given Which this poetic marble hath arrayed With an eternal glory—which, if made By human hands, is not of human thought And Time himself hath hallowed it, nor laid One ringlet in the dust—nor hath it caught A tinge of years, but breathes the flame with ...
— Childe Harold's Pilgrimage • Lord Byron
... farewell to each and all—adieu To every charm, and last and chief to you, [36] Ye lovely maidens that in noontide shade Rest near your little plots of wheaten glade; [37] 130 To all that binds [38] the soul in powerless trance, Lip-dewing song, and ringlet-tossing dance; Where sparkling eyes and breaking smiles illume The sylvan cabin's lute-enlivened gloom. —Alas! the very murmur of the streams 135 Breathes o'er the failing soul voluptuous dreams, While Slavery, forcing the sunk mind to dwell On joys that might disgrace the ...
— The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth - Volume 1 of 8 • Edited by William Knight
... is chill; the forest bare; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? There is not wind enough in the air 45 To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek— There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, 50 Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that ...
— Coleridge's Ancient Mariner and Select Poems • Samuel Taylor Coleridge
... North! that mouldering long hast hung On the witch-elm that shades Saint Fillan's spring And down the fitful breeze thy numbers flung, Till envious ivy did around thee cling, Muffling with verdant ringlet every string,— O Minstrel Harp, still must thine accents sleep? Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring, Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep, Nor bid a warrior smile, nor teach a maid ...
— The Lady of the Lake • Sir Walter Scott
... the ring—the seal I took, While oh! her every tear and look Were such as angels look and shed, When man is by the world misled! Gently I whisper'd, "FANNY, dear! Not half thy lover's gifts are here: Say, where are all the seals he gave To every ringlet's jetty wave, And where is every one he printed Upon that lip, so ruby-tinted— Seals of the purest gem of bliss, Oh! richer, ...
— The Humourous Poetry of the English Language • James Parton
... I love thee, There's nothing on this earth, Can feel a deeper fondness, A flame of purer worth; The eagle loves its offspring, Most faithful is the dove; But thou! thy smallest ringlet, Has more ...
— Lays of Ancient Virginia, and Other Poems • James Avis Bartley
... the late afternoon. Is there a scene like it in the world? The boulevards of Paris in times of peace are hardly so gay. Fifth Avenue is blocked with motor cars. Fashion has gone forth to select a feather. A ringlet has gone awry and must be mended. The Pomeranian's health is served by sunlight. The Spitz must have an airing. Fashion has wagged its head upon a Chinese vase—has indeed squinted at it through a lorgnette against a fleck—and ...
— There's Pippins And Cheese To Come • Charles S. Brooks
... I must not forget to mention that I slept on some straw, in a kind of hay-oft, and to the best of my memory never slept more delightfully. When I opened my razor case on the following morning, I found a paper, upon unrolling of which I found a ringlet of hair, with the word Felice on the envelope. Once for all, the French women can think of nothing but gallantry, and live for nothing but love. Sweet girl, I will keep thy ringlet, and when weary ...
— Travels through the South of France and the Interior of Provinces of Provence and Languedoc in the Years 1807 and 1808 • Lt-Col. Pinkney
... tho' thy lovely form Perish'd in Youth's gay morning, yet is mine This precious Ringlet!—still the soft hairs shine, Still glow the nut-brown tints, all bright and warm With sunny gleam!—Alas! each kindred charm Vanish'd long since; deep in the silent shrine Wither'd to shapeless Dust!—and of their ...
— Original sonnets on various subjects; and odes paraphrased from Horace • Anna Seward
... sweet Laura!" replied I, still playing with the glossy ringlet. "Even your fair hand could not manage a curl more delicately than mine. I propose myself the pleasure of doing up your hair in papers every evening at the same time with ...
— Mosses from an Old Manse and Other Stories • Nathaniel Hawthorne
... Rutherford, begging that a lock of his lost and now forgiven darling's hair might be sent to him; and it cost Horace a sharp pang of regret when he substituted for the black, wavy tress furnished by Clement a golden ringlet purchased from one of the leading hairdressers ...
— Not Pretty, But Precious • John Hay, et al.
... went into the hedge, and brought out a child's golden ringlet as a trophy. Lamar glanced in, and saw the small face in its woollen hood, dimpled yet, though dead for days. He remembered it. Jessy Birt, the ferryman's little girl. She used to come up to the house every ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 9, No. 54, April, 1862 • Various
... order with a pair of quick-snapping shears. It gave his lordship an odd kind of shock when this little personage arose and turned. The face was old. There was youth in the eyes and the delicate dark-brown arch of the eyebrows, but the old-fashioned ringlet which hung at either cheek beneath the cottage bonnet she wore was almost white. The cheeks were sunken from what had once been a charming contour, the delicate aquiline nose was pinched ever so little, the lips were dry, and there were fine wrinkles everywhere. ...
— Aunt Rachel • David Christie Murray
... like the Fairy Queen? Ripplets on a sunlit river Like her small feet glance and quiver. When she strikes the timbrel featly, When she warbles, oh how sweetly! Pearls from her white hands she showers, From her rosy lips drop flowers. Not a ringlet of her hair But doth thousand souls ensnare. Not a glance of her bright eyes But seems shot from Love's own skies. He in obeisance to this sovereign maid, His bow and quiver at her feet ...
— The Exemplary Novels of Cervantes • Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
... by the breathing air Were wreathed to many a ringlet golden bright, Time was her eyes diffused unmeasured light, Though now their lovely beams are waxing rare, Her face methought that in its blushes show'd Compassion, her angelic shape and walk, Her voice that seem'd with ...
— The Sonnets, Triumphs, and Other Poems of Petrarch • Petrarch
... that tossing ringlet on your brow?" "That men may seize me any moment: Now, NOW is my other name: to-day my date: O traveler, to-morrow is ...
— It Can Be Done - Poems of Inspiration • Joseph Morris
... their eyes on her. None so keen as these young misses to know an inward movement by an outward sign of adornment: if they have not as many signals as the ships that sail the great seas, there is not an end of ribbon or a turn of a ringlet which is not a hieroglyphic with a hidden meaning to these little cruisers over ...
— Elsie Venner • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
... indeed you shall not!" But the scissors were at hand, and the ringlet was cut and in his pocket before she was ready with her resistance. There was nothing further;—not a word more, and Mary went away with her veil down, under her mother's wing, weeping sweet silent tears which no ...
— Phineas Finn - The Irish Member • Anthony Trollope
... thro' sun and shade, The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid: She look'd so lovely as she sway'd The rein with dainty finger-tips. A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this, To waste his whole heart in one ...
— God's Good Man • Marie Corelli
... in ringlets; some so long as to fall upon the ground, some reaching to the middle of his legs, some to his knees, some to his loins or the middle of his sides, some to his neck, and some were only as knots springing from his head. These ringlets were of various colours; but one ringlet surpassed all the others in beauty, lustre, and size. This dream he told to Thorleif, who interpreted it thus:—There should be a great posterity from him, and his descendants should rule over countries with great, but not all with equally ...
— Heimskringla - The Chronicle of the Kings of Norway • Snorri Sturluson
... with speed. Her struggling soul from clinging limbs to free. For since by Fate, or for her own misdeed She perished not, but, ere the day decreed, Fell in the frenzy of her love's despair, Not yet Proserpina had claimed her meed, And shorn the ringlet of her golden hair, And bade the sacred shade ...
— The Aeneid of Virgil - Translated into English Verse by E. Fairfax Taylor • Virgil
... de Vilmorin arrived. Her slight body was wrapped against the chill air in a white pelisse; her head was encased in a close-fitting bonnet, edged with white fur. It was caught tight in a knot of pale-blue ribbon on the right of her chin; on the left a long ringlet of corn-coloured hair had been permitted to escape. The keen air had whipped so much of her cheeks as was presented to it, and seemed to have added sparkle to eyes that were of ...
— Scaramouche - A Romance of the French Revolution • Rafael Sabatini
... settle down upon the deck, his feet sliding ever the farther out, and the whole body canting toward the stern, so that his face became, little by little, hid from me; and at last I could see nothing beyond his ear and the frayed ringlet ...
— Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 7 • Charles H. Sylvester |
