Rapunzel

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your long hair.

Rapunzel grew into the most beautiful child beneath the sun.

When Rapunzel was twelve years old, the enchantress shut her into a tower, which lay in a forest, and had neither stairs nor door, but quite at the top was a little window.

Rapunzel had magnificent long hair, fine as spun gold, and when she heard the voice of the enchantress she unfastened her braided tresses, wound them round one of the hooks of the window above, and then the hair fell twenty ells down, and the enchantress climbed up by it.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down thy hair to me.

After a year or two, it came to pass that the King's son rode through the forest and went by the tower. Then he heard a song, which was so charming that he stood still and listened. This was Rapunzel, who in her solitude passed her time in letting her sweet voice resound.

The King's son ascended, but he did not find his dearest Rapunzel above, but the enchantress, who gazed at him with wicked and venomous looks.

Thou wouldst fetch thy dearest, but the beautiful bird sits no longer singing in the nest; the cat has got it, and will scratch out thy eyes as well. Rapunzel is lost to thee; thou wilt never see her more.

Tom doesn't know who Rapunzel is, while Maria does.

Rapunzel has hair down to the floor.

[…] as they loll in pairs or trios, looking down from the windows like Rapunzels and carpet-knights, while they eat bruised apricots, tomorrow is always on their lips as honey to come.

I spot Sleeping Beauty in a thorn forest. Two of them, only they are more like Rapunzels who’ve fallen from their tower.

He keeps all three of us locked up like Rapunzels.