 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 837 頁1857完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | Cassell, ltd - 1869 - 400 頁
...Byron illustrated great truths in the " Prisoner of Chillon," when he wrote — "My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears. " He distinguished the gradual greyish from slow and protracted nervous exhaustion, or excitement which... | |
 | Frei Luiz de Sousa - 1869 - 260 頁
...Lord Byron que se referem a este notavel phenomeno, no Prisioneiro de 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. Nota D Diz-lhe que tudo isto foi vil e grosseiro imbuste dos inimigos d'esse homem pag. 139. Talvez... | |
 | Francis Jacox - 1870 - 328 頁
...hairs. The prisoner of Chillon commences the story of his life with these words : My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a 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 Byron Baron Byron - 1870 - 770 頁
...projettait la fondation. THE PRISONER OF CIIILLO.V. My hair is grey, but not with years ; Nor grow it white In a single night,* As men's have grown from sudden fears : My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, Rut rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 頁
...Genevese, and died in 1570. The castle stands on the margin uf the Lake of Geneva.] My hair is gray, hut liam Cullen : J[y limbs are bowed, though not with toil, Hut rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | H F. Manley - 1871 - 324 頁
...let their thoughts float them back to the days of tyranny while they read — " My hair is grey, but not with years ; Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sadden fears;" &c., &c., &c. I fear I am not naturally of a romantic turn of mind, so I did not sit... | |
 | John Wesley Hales - 1872 - 552 頁
...A constant interchange of growth and blight ! BYRON. THE PRISONER OF CHILLON. 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, 5 But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | Henry Major - 1873 - 168 頁
...the fage ; and write sentences containing these words. THE PRISONER OF CHILLON. 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... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 頁
...Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God. My hair is gray, but p with a lovely grace, But пае smile was seen on Kilmeny's face : A ; My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, Bnt rusted with a vile repose ; For they have been a dungeon's... | |
 | William Bedell Stanford - 1873 - 122 頁
...rather to be back again in the prison, which had become a kind of home to him. 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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