 | Francis Jacox - 1870 - 328 sidor
...of Chillon 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 Byron Baron Byron - 1870 - 770 sidor
...projettait la fondation. THE PRISONER OF CIIILLO.V. My hair is grey, but not with years ; Nor grow it white In a single night,* As men's have grown from sudden fears : My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, Rut rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 sidor
...1570. The castle stands on the margin uf the Lake of Geneva.] My hair is gray, hut not with years, 2 : J[y limbs are bowed, though not with toil, Hut rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | H F. Manley - 1871 - 324 sidor
...float them back to the days of tyranny while they read — " My hair is grey, but not with years ; Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sadden fears;" &c., &c., &c. I fear I am not naturally of a romantic turn of mind, so I did not sit... | |
 | John Wesley Hales - 1872 - 552 sidor
...interchange of growth and blight ! BYRON. 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, 5 But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | William Bedell Stanford - 1873 - 122 sidor
...back again in the prison, which had become a kind of home to him. 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 bowed, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 sidor
...none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God. My hair is gray, but not with years, grace, But пае smile was seen on Kilmeny's face : A ; My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, Bnt rusted with a vile repose ; For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | Henry Major - 1873 - 168 sidor
...write sentences containing these words. 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 Gill (schoolmaster.) - 1874 - 170 sidor
...letter. He gave you and I an account of it. Pane and Analyse ; — " My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white in a single night, As men's have grown with sudden fears j My 'imbs are bow'd though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they... | |
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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... 
