 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...  Notes and Queries - Page 2041900Full view - About this book
 | 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1872 - 776 pages
...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... | |
 | Henry Major - 1873 - 168 pages
...meanings at the top of the fage ; and write sentences containing these words. 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, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1926 - 928 pages
...efface I For they appeal from tyranny to God. THE PRISONER OF CHILLÓN My hair is gray, but not from ly : My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | Charles Edward Russell - 1926 - 668 pages
...head," and so on. But Miss Marlowe found that the preparation with which her hair was to be turned "white in a single night as men's have grown from sudden fears" was injuring the hair and would ruin it. So, she cut out that part of the business and with it the... | |
 | Frederick Earle Emmons, Thomas Waterman Huntington - 1928 - 454 pages
...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 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... | |
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