Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.” -Casabianca, by Felicia Hemans
Today I went looking for the perfect hat.
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though child-like form.” -Casabiance, by Felicia Hemans
There are hats all around us. This old lady is wearing the fluffy hood.
Without his Father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.” -Casabiance, by Felicia Hemans
This Hobo's wearing the Stinky Stocking Cap.
If yet my task is done?'
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.” -Casabiance, by Felicia Hemans
This shepherd is wearing a crushed bowler with a feather. (Lost your flock, eh?)
'If I may yet be gone!'
And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.” -Casabiance, by Felicia Hemans
The man on the bike is wearing the English Driver's Cap also known as a Windsor. His hairless friend is opting out of head gear.
And in his waving hair,
And looked from that lone post of death
In still yet brave despair.” -Casabiance, by Felicia Hemans
These young lads are wearing Balmorals, the traditional Scottish cap for boys.
'My father! must I stay?'
While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.” -Casabiance, by Felicia Hemans
As for this piper next to Edinburgh Castle's One O'clock Gun, nobody was asking about his hat, they all wanted to know what was under his kilt.
They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.” -Casabiance, by Felicia Hemans
This tour guide looking quite dapper was holding a Tam O' Shanter... which is a traditional Scottish cap... but where did it go?
The boy–oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea!” -Casabiance, by Felicia Hemans
Oh ho! Now this Lady in Waiting has donned what is known as a "Boss" which is a decorative caul of netting and linen covering the thick coils of plaited hair. Medieval women thought bosses all the rage. Chaucer even mentions them in his Legend of a Good Woman: "A frette of goold sche hadde next hyre her." (Yeah... Total Chaucer Reference!!)
That well had borne their part–
But the noblest thing which perished there
Was that young faithful heart.” -Casabiance, by Felicia Hemans
Yeah... I paid 2 Euros for this picture thinking this spinster was weaving, like her sign said, to teach poor children. Later I found her passed out drunk in the park.
This lovely fellow had donned a Cricket's Cap, quite popular in this neck of the woods.