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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 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... "
Archiv für das Studium der neueren Sprachen und Literaturen - Page 399
1871
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The works of lord Byron, with notes by T. Moore [and others].

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1842 - 866 pages
...marks efface I For they appeal from tyranny to God. <П)с Urtoonnr of tf billon.3 I. My hair is grey, th " small gray men," "wild yagers," and what not, 4 As men's have grown from sudden fears : nivard engagea le Conseil & accorder aux ecclésiastique!...
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The Lamp of Lothian, Or, The History of Haddington: In Connection with the ...

James Miller - East Lothian (Scotland) - 1844 - 540 pages
...iuu'L'nMt l.imls:>\ '" iron eye. Could gee fair Mary weep in vain."— Balluii. " My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, An men's have grown from sudden fears." * — BYRO.N. JAMES VI. — THE EARL OF MORAY APPOINTED REGENT.—...
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The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 558 pages
...were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God. Ma 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...
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The ladies' medical friend

William Hamilton Kittoe - Health education of women - 1845 - 300 pages
...mature age; and has arisen from mental labour, grief, anxiety, or excessive fright. " My hair is grey, but not with years ; Nor grew it white In a single night, Aa men's have grown from sudden fears." The hair of the beautiful and unfortunate Marie Antoinette,...
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Poetry for Home and School ...

1846 - 436 pages
...pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God. 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...
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1846 - 540 pages
...were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks cffacc ! For they appeal from tyranny to God. Mr 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 arc bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a...
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The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Reprinted from the Last London Ed ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 1068 pages
...marks efface ; For the., appeal from tyranny to God. THE PRISONER OF CHILLÓN. (0 I. MY hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, A« men's have grown from sudden fears : (9) My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with...
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On Diseases of the Skin

Sir Erasmus Wilson - Skin - 1847 - 560 pages
...the " Prisoner of Chillon," refers thus beautifully to the same phenomenon : — " My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sadden fears." After some disease of the scalp, it sometimes happens that...
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The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One Volume

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1847 - 880 pages
...May none those marks efface I For they appeal from tyranny to God. Hrttfoner of i. 5Iy hair is grey, le stuff:" * As men's have grown from sudden fears : nivard eneasea le Conjeil a accorder aux ecclcsiastiques...
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Tales and poems

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1848 - 320 pages
...a sod, By Bounivard !c" — May none those marks efl'ace ! For they appeal from tyrauny to God. I. My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night,(8) As men's have grown from sudden fears : My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted...
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