 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 spoil, And mine has been the fate...  Scott's Marmion: A Tale of Flodden Field - Pàgina 218per Walter Scott - 1899 - 335 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | J H. Aitken - 1853 - 378 pàgines
...before, But no wave ever brines the lost youth to the shore ! — SCHILLER. THE PRISONER OP CHILLON. My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white...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... | |
 | Book - 1854 - 496 pàgines
...aleove, Sit, a lone spectre on yon well-known grave, And mix its moanings with the desert wave. : CHILLON MY hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white...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... | |
 | Sir Erasmus Wilson - 1854 - 474 pàgines
...durable than brass, an instance of the gradual conversion of the hair to gray : — "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. A lady of some literary eminence, to whom I related the foregoing instance of... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1126 pàgines
...Bonnivard ! ' — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God. MY hair is gray, ty, The convents's white walls glisten : My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | 1854 - 456 pàgines
...none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God. My hair is gray, but not with years j 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1104 pàgines
...Bonnivard ! ' — May none those marks efface ! far they appeal from tyranny to God. Mr hair is gray, bat not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night,' As men's hare grown from sudden fears : My limbs are bowM, though not with toil, Bnt rusted with a rile repose,... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 pàgines
...Bonnivard ! — May 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... | |
 | 1855 - 458 pàgines
...Bonnivard ! — May 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1855 - 410 pàgines
...out of the pinings of despair. The copyright was purchased for 500 guineas. THE PRISONER OF CHILLON. MY hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night,i As men's have grown from sudden fears : My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted... | |
 | 1855 - 838 pàgines
...more durable than brass, an instance of the gradual conversion of the hair to gray: " My hair is gray, but not with years; Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's h*ve grown from sudden fears." A lady of some literary eminence, to whom I related the foregoing instance... | |
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