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 Book of Table-talk - Page 1by Charles MacFarlane - 1836Full view - About this book
| Ireland - 1855 - 1416 pages
...more than twenty," ]"fw bitterly he must have applied to himself the lines of the Primer of Chillon, "My limbs are bowed, though not with toil, But rusted by a vile repose," — for, be it remembered, whilst he could write, whilst untlireat!i:fj by his physiciaiijhe had few regrets;... | |
| 1855 - 1428 pages
...than twenty," Kisr bitterly lie must have applied to himself the lines of the Prisoner of ChMon, " My limbs are bowed, though not with toil, But rusted by a vile repose," — far, be it remembered, whilst lie could write, whilst untltreatrttt/bjhis physician,he had few... | |
| Anna Cabot Lowell - American poetry - 1855 - 452 pages
...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 of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are banned and barred, forbidden fare :... | |
| American poetry - 1855 - 458 pages
...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 of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are banned and barred, forbidden fare :... | |
| Helen Truesdell - 1856 - 226 pages
...have fled. THE CAPTIVE WARRIOR'S LAMENT. " 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 of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are banned and barred — forbidden fare."... | |
| 1857 - 986 pages
...than twenty," how bitterly he must have applied to himself the lines of the Prisoner of Chilian, " My limbs are bowed, though not with toil, But rusted by a vile repose," — for, be it remembered, whilst he could write, whilst unthreatened by his physician,he had few regrets; but... | |
| Robert Aris Willmott - American poetry - 1857 - 436 pages
...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 of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are baun'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare... | |
| Helen Truesdell - 1858 - 220 pages
...have fled. THE CAPTIVE WARRIOR'S LAMENT. " 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 of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are banned and barred — forbidden fare."... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1859 - 586 pages
...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 of those To whom the goodly earth and air Arc bann'd, and barr'd— forbidden fare... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 914 pages
...others.— The same Is aocrtcJ of 138 139 My limbs ať bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with burning might Delirium gathers from the fever's height. " has been the fate of those To vhom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare... | |
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