 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
 | Nineteenth century - 1900
...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 bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare.... | |
 | David Daiches - 1969 - 800 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 bann'd, and barr'd— forbidden fare:... | |
 | George Gordon Byron - Poetry - 1994 - 860 pages
...night, Аз men's have grown from sadden fears: My limbs are bowM, though not with toil, Bat rusted with or see. The bolts loud roll from pole to pole, The thunders t has been the (ate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd— forbidden farei... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - Poetry - 1996 - 830 pages
...As men's have grown from sudden fears: 5 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 10 Are bann'd, and barr'd - forbidden fare;... | |
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