Red hair

"Their tresses, like the crocus’ flamy hue, In waving radiance round their shoulders flew."

"His gaze went again to her unruly locks, which at first glance he had thought to be red. Now he saw that they were neither red nor yellow but a glorious compound of both colors. He gazed spell-bound. Her hair was like elfin-gold; the sun struck it so dazzlingly that he could scarcely bear to look upon it."

"His heer, his berd was lyk saffroun, That to his girdel raughte adoun;"

"Norwegian pirates, buccaneering Danes, Whose red-haired offspring ev’rywhere remains,"

"Lo! where the Giant on the mountain stands, His blood-red tresses deepening in the Sun, With death-shot glowing in his fiery hands, And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon;"

"These curious locks, so aptly twined, Whose every hair a soul doth bind, Will change their auburn hue and grow White and cold as winter’s snow."

"Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air."