I could dress Mistress's hair a deal better than the maid, if she would only let me.
"Jezebel's Daughter" by Wilkie Collins
She must have a clever lady's maid to have done that knot to her back hair.
"Sandra Belloni, Complete" by George Meredith
The maid did something to the diamonds in Lady Holme's hair with deft fingers, and the light touch seemed to wake Lady Holme from a reverie.
"The Woman With The Fan" by Robert Hichens
A maid opened the door, saying that Mrs. Dysart had gone to Miss Quest's room to have her hair powdered.
"The Danger Mark" by Robert W. Chambers
The maid quickly and skilfully arranged her mistress's hair in its natural golden ringlets, that needed no ornament whatever.
"Cruel As The Grave" by Mrs. Emma D. E. N. Southworth
Art a maid of the waters, One of shell-winding Triton's bright-hair'd daughters?
"Endymion" by John Keats
They were opposite Carrington's, and down the walk toward the gate was coming the maid of the blue-black hair, and slender ankles.
"In Her Own Right" by John Reed Scott
She caught at the narration of her maid Lutwyche, prolonging her hair-combing for talk's sake.
"When Ghost Meets Ghost" by William Frend De Morgan
Murat brought two lady's maids, who were to do her hair while I was painting her.
"The Memoirs of Madame Vigée Lebrun" by Marie Louise Elisabeth Vigée-Lebrun
She lounged in an armchair and smoked while Sophy's maid finished brushing her hair.
"Shadows of Flames" by Amelie Rives
Her hair is a purple shadow
In the green water:
No earth-maid has such hair
As the sea-king's daughter.
"The Princess In The Sea" by Ethel Clifford
"Go thou, my maid," she said, "and bring
The pot of soft perfume
With which I wont to dress my hair,
'Tis in his lordship's room."
"A Ballad" by Janet Hamilton
A Saxon maid with flaxen hair,
And eyes of Sussex grey;
A young monk out of Normandy: –
"May is our Lady's month," he said,
"And O, my love, my May!"
"The Young Friar" by Alfred Noyes
Flit on the beck, for her long grass parteth
As hair from a maid's bright eyes blown back;
And, lo, the sun like a lover darteth
His flattering smile on her wayward track.
"Divided" by Jean Ingelow
Nannie is a bonnie maid,
There's none so neat and fair,
As she when dressed in Wesson plaid,
And banged her glossy hair,
With all her silken skirts put by,
While she serves the apple pie.
"Nannie Is A Bonnie Maid" by Samuel Alfred Beadle
The rain falls on Ghiberti's gates;
The big drops hang on purple dates;
And yet beneath the ilex-shades--
Dear trysting-place for boys and maids--
There comes a form from days of old,
With Beatrice's hair of gold.
"After Reading Trollope's History Of Florence" by Eugene Field