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" PRISONER OF CHILLON. 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 spoil, And mine... "
The works of lord Byron - الصفحة 51
بواسطة George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1820
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Hebrew Melodies

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1815 - عدد الصفحات: 53
...years, Nor grew it white In a single night,2 As men's have grown from sudden fears : My limbs are bowed, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose,...those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare ; 10 But this was for my father's faith I suffered chains and courted death...

The Prisoner of Chillon, and Other Poems

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1816 - عدد الصفحات: 60
..., Nor grew it white In a single night,2 As men's have grown from sudden fears : My limbs are bowed, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose,...those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare ; 10 But this was for my father's faith I suffered chains and courted death...

The Critical Review: Or, Annals of Literature, المجلد 4

Tobias Smollett - 1816
...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...the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air v , . Are baun'd,* and barr'd — forbidden fare ; But this was for my father's faith I suffered chains...

The Critical Review, Or, Annals of Literature

Tobias George Smollett - 1816
...events of his captivity. " My liair 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, As men's have grown from sudden fears: . • My limbs are bowed though not with toil, Ami mine Iras...

Spirit of the English Magazines, المجلد 1

1817
...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,...been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of thine To whom the goodly earth and air, Are bamfil and ban 'J — forbidden fare, But this was for...

The works of ... lord Byron, المجلد 6

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818
...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,...those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare ; 10 But this was for my father's faith I suffered chains and courted death...

The works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: In five [i.e. six] volumes

Baron George Gordon Byron Byron - 1818
...Nor grew it white In a single night, 2 As men's have grown from sudden fears : B3 My limbs are bowed, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine ha^ been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...

Lord Byron's Works ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821
...years, Nor grew it white In a single night,1 As men's have grown from sudden fears : My limbs are bowed, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose,...those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare ; But this was for my father's faith I suffered chains and courted death...

The Works of Lord Byron

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821
...PRISONER OF CHILLON. I. MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, W 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 spoil, And mine has been the fate of...

The works of lord Byron, comprehending the suppressed poems, المجلدات 5-6

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822
...PRISONER OF GfflLLON. i. JY1.Y hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night,1 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 spoil, And mine has been the fate of...




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