Nothing more beautiful than the shimmering of the sun on their thousands of gold-bronze wings could be imagined.
She picked herself up weakly, and she was a gold-bronze beauty with a black mane of hair and long, narrow eyes.
She sat like a colored statue, with rose-crimson cheeks and gold-bronze hair, under the white January sun.
And her hair—it was exactly like the gold-bronze on the wing of a wild turkey that he had shot the day before.
His skin is a gold-bronze color, and he walks with a princely step, but not a swagger stride.
She was lovelier than I had ever seen her, with her gold-bronze hair shining over the sable collar of Dudley's coat.