1
On the one hand was a sacred grave, on the other hoary locks.
2
The hoary locks of the one show that he is old.
3
And the old man shook his hoary locks, as if Latin had been his ruin.
4
Force should not prevail when the hoary locks and supplicating tears of my uncle were ineffectual.
5
No gaping tourists loitered, eyeing with their glasses, or sketching on cards the hoary locks of the ancient river god.
6
Every fold of his dark garment was dripping with water, and so were his long white beard and hoary locks.
7
I don't think even my hoary locks would put them off, but it would be too conspicuous in the ranks.
8
And played familiar with his hoary locks;
9
As he approached he was seen to be a white-headed negro, his hat, which just then blew off, exposing his hoary locks.
10
The rain falling through sunshine made a silver glory in the air in which he walked saintlike, his hoary locks spangled with the shining baptism.