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" 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 - 第 839 頁
1857
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The Critical Review: Or, Annals of Literature, 第 4 卷

Tobias Smollett - 1816
...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...
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Spirit of the English Magazines, 第 1 卷

1817
...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...
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The works of ... lord Byron, 第 6 卷

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818
...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...
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The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, 第 3 卷

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824
...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...
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Lord Byron, 第 1 卷

Louise Swanton-Belloc - 1824
...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...
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The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice ..., 第 5-6 卷

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825
...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...
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The Works of Lord Byron: Comprising the Suppressed Poems, 第 4-5 卷

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1826
...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...
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The London Magazine, 第 16 卷

1826
...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...
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Childe Harold's pilgrimage, The giaour, The siege of Corinth [and other poems].

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832
...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...
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The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Including His Suppressed Poems, and ..., 第 1 卷

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832
...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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