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The Prisoner of Chillon by George Gordon, Lord Byron

Posted on September 27, 2014 by Russell Boyle

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 … Continue reading →

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