 | Philadelphia County Medical Society - 1895 - 438 sidor
...words of Lord Byron they are certainly conclusive : " My hair is gray, but not with years ; Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears." (Prisoner of Chilian.] Now the question to determine is, why in one instance a person will have brown... | |
 | Mary Frances Hyde - 1895 - 246 sidor
...the relation between the connected terms : — 1. 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... | |
 | 1908 - 554 sidor
...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... | |
 | 1910 - 542 sidor
...than this I scarce can die. 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 Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1909 - 160 sidor
...led a stormy existence until his death in 1571. 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. 6 My limbs are bowed, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | William Stanley Braithwaite - 1909 - 1334 sidor
...God. Lord Byron The Prisoner of Chillan TV /TY 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... | |
 | Charles Townsend Copeland, Henry Milner Rideout - 1909 - 334 sidor
...efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God. I My hair is grey, but not with years, 15 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, 20 For they have been a... | |
 | Mary E. Doyle - 1909 - 508 sidor
...escaped the ravages of time. 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... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - 1910 - 968 sidor
...June, 1816. December 5, 1816. THE PRISONER OF CHILLON MY Imir is gray, but not with years, Nor grexv it eness, till thou wert A god unto thyself ; nor less the same T : My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil. But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | 1910 - 606 sidor
...than this I scarce can die. 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... | |
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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... 
