 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
 | 1872 - 900 pàgines
...Genevese, and died Ь X570. The castle stands on the margin of the Lake of Geneva.] Mr hair is gray, lee recede, And the headland white we have left behind. The topsails flutter, the jibs collaps : Jty limbs are bowed, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | John Charles Curtis - 1872 - 168 pàgines
...with its chains. 'J As men's have grown from sudden fears : My limbs are bovv'd, though not with toil, MY hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white, In a single night, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1872 - 776 pàgines
...men's have grown from sudden fears :•)• ulv limbs aro bow'd, though not with toil, MT hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, To whom the goodly earth and air... | |
 | Frederick Earle Emmons, Thomas Waterman Huntington - 1928 - 454 pàgines
...were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God. i 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 bowed, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, 146 The Prisoner of Chilion... | |
 | Arthur Beatty - 1928 - 582 pàgines
...! May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God. THE PRISONER OF CHILLON My HAm is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In...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... | |
 | 1903 - 912 pàgines
...I instanced the opening lines of The Prisoner of Chillón, — " My hair u gray, but not with yean, Nor grew it white In a single night. As men's have grown from sudden fears ; " and also Byron's "There let him lay! " which occurs in the famous address to the ocean, in Childe... | |
 | 1900 - 1070 pàgines
...Byron's poem, spent six years of his life. Most of them know by heart the lines : 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... | |
 | David Daiches - 1969 - 356 pàgines
...masochistic relish his terrible experiences in a long and cruel imprisonment for righteousness' sake: 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1996 - 868 pàgines
...lacune dans le Nécrologe depuis le mois de Juillet, 1570, jusques en 1571.' THE PRISONER OF CHILLON My hair is grey, but not with years. Nor grew it white In a single night,1 As men's have grown from sudden fears: 5 My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted... | |
 | Andrea K. Henderson - 1996 - 230 pàgines
...available to him both in terms of details and their implications.40 The opening lines of the poem - "My hair is grey, but not with years, / Nor grew it white / In a single .,41 night, / As men's have grown from sudden fears" - immediately suggest the way the prisoner's condition... | |
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