 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 - 第 204 頁1900完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | James Fleming - 1863 - 404 頁
...how the truest love may wear An aspect strange and stern. Miss LEESON. THE PRISONER OF CHILLON. I. My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white...In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden Tears : My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose ; For they have been... | |
 | Sir Erasmus Wilson - 1863 - 736 頁
...'." Byron, in the " Prisoner of Chillon," refers to the same phenomenon : — " My hair is gray, bnt not with years, Nor grew it white, In a single night, As men's have grown from sadden fears." I have myself seen several undoubted instances of blanching of the hair within the space... | |
 | Eduard Adolf Ferdinand Maetzner - 1865 - 632 頁
...hundred lawyers, not one nor all of them could alter the law" (FIELD., J. Andr. 4, 3.). My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night (BYRON, Pris, of Chillón). SBet ber Slnfügung mehrerer negatteer ©lieber ifi bie SBieber» fyolung... | |
 | James Fleming - 1866 - 382 頁
...And how the truest love may wear An aspect strange and stern. Miss LEESON. 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, To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd and barr'd... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1866 - 802 頁
...those 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 :T My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | 1867 - 674 頁
...which result in white hairs. The prisoner of Chilloa commences the story of his life with these words : My hair is grey, but not with years. Nor grew it white...single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears. || Sir Henry Holland, in one of his medical essays, cites the remarkable case of a robust young German... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1867 - 740 頁
...lacune dans le Nécrologe depuis le mois de Juillet, 1570, jusque« en 1571." MY hair ie grey, hut tain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foami : My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1868 - 666 頁
...cannot be certified, as an hiatus occurs in the •Vecrofogy, from the month of July 1570 to 1571. auty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but...Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was : My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose. For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | Edward Clarke Lowe - 1868 - 186 頁
...For, tho' his body's under hatches, His soul is gone aloft. Dibdin. 53.— 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... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1868 - 340 頁
...; in some lone walk Of life she rears her head, PRISONER. My hair is grey, but not with years, NOT 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... | |
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