Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.
Hair
Her hair was like the threads of gold.
—Scottish Ballad
Her hair is like the curling mist
That shades the mountain-side at e’en.
—Robert Burns
Her dusky hair, like silver night elbowing the gloom of twilight.
—Darrel Figgis
Hair like weed.
—Maurice Hewlett
His blond hair like gold from the furnace.
—Charles Nodier
Hair like the mist of the hill, soft and curling in the day of the sun.
—Ossian
Her hair is like the golden corn
A low wind breathes upon:
Or like the golden harvest-moon
When all the mists are gone:
Or like a stream with golden sands
On which the sun has shone
Day after day in summertime
Ere autumn leaves are wan.
—Christina Georgina Rossetti
Her hair, like golden threads, play’d with her breath.
—William Shakespeare