 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 spoil, And mine has been the fate...  The Irish Quarterly Review - Сторінка 8371857Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Tobias Smollett - 1816 - 674 стор.
...hero is supposed to he commencing a relation of the events of his captivity. " 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 bowed though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | 1817 - 506 стор.
...tbee or thy lov'd command. 90 THE PRISONERS OF CIIILUm. A FABLE. By Lord Burton. MY hair is grey, but not with years. Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears : 11 v 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.) - 1818 - 210 стор.
...efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God. THE PRISONER OF CHILLON. A FABLE. I. MY hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, * As men's have grown from sudden fears : • a My limbs are bowed, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824 - 322 стор.
...loge depuis le mois de Juillet 1570* jusque* en 1671. THE PRISONER OP CHILLON. i. MX hair is gray, hut not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night,* As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limhs are how'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have heen a dungeon's... | |
 | Louise Swanton-Belloc - 1824 - 400 стор.
...blanchi ma tête. Ce changement ne s'est pas fait non THE PRISONER 0F CHILLON. ,. My haïr is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night . As men's have grown from suddeu fears : (*) La traduction publiee en français , qui fait partie du ta cottection des (Ruvres... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 1016 стор.
...marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God. THK PRISONER OF CHILLON. 1. 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1826 - 466 стор.
...those marks efface! For they appeal from tyrauny to God. PRISONER OF CHILLON. t MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, ' As men's .have grown from sndden fears: My limbs are bow'd, thongh not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have... | |
 | 1826 - 590 стор.
...some sudden blight has caused every vestige of youthful beauty to disappear? Her hair is grey—but not with years— Nor grew it white In a single night, As some have done through suddea fears. Bride of the sea! your potent husband has thrown his fierce arms... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832 - 488 стор.
...marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God. THE PRISONER OF CHILLON. i. My hair a 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832 - 488 стор.
...marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God. THE PRISONER OF CHILLON. i. 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... | |
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