 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1868 - 666 sidor
...•Vecrofogy, from the month of July 1570 to 1571. MY hair is grey, but not with years ; Nor grew it 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... | |
 | Cassell, ltd - 1869 - 400 sidor
...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... | |
 | Frei Luiz de Sousa - 1869 - 260 sidor
...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1870 - 768 sidor
...projettait la fondation. THE PRISONER OF CIIILLO.V. My hair is grey, but not with years ; Nor grow it nt of anything, From the high lyric down to the low rational; I : My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, Rut rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | Francis Jacox - 1870 - 328 sidor
...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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 sidor
...castle stands on the margin uf the Lake of Geneva.] My hair is gray, hut not with years, Nor grew it ing drum @ 2 : J[y limbs are bowed, though not with toil, Hut rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | John Wesley Hales - 1872 - 552 sidor
...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
...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
...marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God. My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it ае 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... | |
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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... 
