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...the hero is supposed to be commencing a relation of the events of his captivity. " My liair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, But rusted with a vile repose •. • For they have been a dungeon's spoil, As men's have grown from...

...fonoke 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...

...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...

...efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God. THE PRISONER OF CHILLQN. A FABLE. 1. MY hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, 2 As men's have grown from sudden fears : B3 My limbs are bowed, though not with toil, But rusted with...

...sod, By Bonnivard !(1)—May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God. THE I. Mr hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night,(2) As men's have grown from sudden fears-: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted...

...(I) —May none those 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, W As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, 5 But rusted with...

...May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God. THE PRISONER OF GfflLLON. i. JY1.Y hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night,1 As men's have grown from sudden fears : My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, 5 But rusted...

...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...

...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...