 | Harry Morgan Ayres, Frederick Morgan Padelford - 1924 - 942 sidor
...choose thy ground, And take thy rest. THE PRISONER OF CHILLON MY hair is grey, but not with years, nd, Listen ! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw bac ; My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - 1924 - 486 sidor
...to God. June, 1816. December 5, 1816. THE PRISONER OF 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 : My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil. But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | George William McClelland - 1925 - 1180 sidor
...GORDON, LORD BYRON (1788-1824) THE PRISONER OF CHILLON A FABLE I My hair is gray, but not with years, me are vainer still; But the thoughts we cannot bridle Force their way wit My limbs are bowed, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, Ftr they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1926 - 928 sidor
...For they appeal from tyranny to God. THE PRISONER OF CHILLÓN My hair is gray, but not from years ; he wi. : My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | 1926 - 780 sidor
...none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God. 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 bowed, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | Charles Edward Russell - 1926 - 668 sidor
...head," and so on. But Miss Marlowe found that the preparation with which her hair was to be turned "white in a single night as men's have grown from sudden fears" was injuring the hair and would ruin it. So, she cut out that part of the business and with it the... | |
 | Arthur Beatty - 1928 - 582 sidor
...! For they appeal from tyranny to God. THE PRISONER OF CHILLON My HAm 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... | |
 | Frederick Earle Emmons, Thomas Waterman Huntington - 1928 - 454 sidor
...none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God. i 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, 146 The Prisoner of Chilion... | |
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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... 
