...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...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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,...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...listening without interrupting. 80 that, at the very commencement, when the reader read the passage, "Nor grew It white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears," the listener interposed as follows : "White! How odd, to be sure ! Well, I know nothing about men's...