 | James Fleming - 1863 - 404 sidor
...aspect strange and stern. Miss LEESON. THE PRISONER OF CHILLON. I. My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden Tears : My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose ; For they have been... | |
 | James Fleming - 1866 - 382 sidor
...aspect strange and stern. Miss LEESON. THE PRISONER OF CHILLON. MY hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears : My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd and barr'd... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1866 - 802 sidor
...they appeal from tyranny to God. THE PRISONER OF CHILLON.' i. MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears :T My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | 1867 - 674 sidor
...of Chilloa commences the story of his life with these words : My hair is grey, but not with years. Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears. || Sir Henry Holland, in one of his medical essays, cites the remarkable case of a robust young German... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1867 - 740 sidor
...Nécrologe depuis le mois de Juillet, 1570, jusque« en 1571." MY hair ie grey, hut not with years, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foami : My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | Edward Clarke Lowe - 1868 - 186 sidor
...His soul is gone aloft. Dibdin. 53.— THE PRISONER OF CHILLON. MY hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears ; My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1868 - 666 sidor
...occurs in the •Vecrofogy, from the month of July 1570 to 1571. MY hair is grey, but not with years ; fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was : My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose. For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1868 - 340 sidor
...; in some lone walk Of life she rears her head, PRISONER. My hair is grey, but not with years, NOT grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears ; My limbs are bowed, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose ; For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | Frei Luiz de Sousa - 1869 - 260 sidor
...referem a este notavel phenomeno, no Prisioneiro de Chillon : My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night As men's have grown from sudden fears. Nota D Diz-lhe que tudo isto foi vil e grosseiro imbuste dos inimigos d'esse homem pag. 139. Talvez... | |
 | Cassell, ltd - 1869 - 400 sidor
...great truths in the " Prisoner of Chillon," when he wrote — "My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears. " He distinguished the gradual greyish from slow and protracted nervous exhaustion, or excitement which... | |
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MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate... 
