A pin has a head, but has no hair
Let bygones be bygones.
Hope is like a hairball trembling from its birth.
Where are the songs I used to know, Where are the notes I used to sing? I have forgotten everything I used to know so long ago. ("The Key-Note")
Christmas hath a beauty ... lovelier than the world can show.
O passing angel, speed me with a song, a melody of heaven to reach my heart and rouse me to the race and make me strong.