 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...  Englische Studien - Page 1391897Full view - About this book
 | 1871 - 504 pages
...heroes. Macpherson 383 a. — And so perchance in sooth did mine. Byron 448 a. — My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night. Byron 447 a. — And did she think that ... he had dared to love her . . . James 620a. — Nor has... | |
 | John Wesley Hales - 1872 - 552 pages
...withered at the sight — A constant interchange of growth and blight ! BYRON. THE PRISONER OF 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, 5 But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | 1872 - 900 pages
...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 pages
...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... | |
 | Frederick Earle Emmons, Thomas Waterman Huntington - 1928 - 454 pages
...pavement 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...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 pages
...! 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 pages
...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 pages
...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 pages
...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 pages
...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... | |
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