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" To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar— for 'twas trod Until his very steps have left... "
The Ladies' Repository - Sivu 74
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The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Nide 10

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore - 1833 - 356 sivua
...And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none...marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God. (1) [In the first draught, the sonnet opens thus — " Beloved Goddess of the chainless mind ! Brightest...

Finden's Illustrations of the Life and Works of Lord Byron: With ..., Nide 2

William Brockedon - 1833 - 356 sivua
...DUNGEON OF CHILLON. From • Dmixg by C. Stnfidd, ARA " Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar ; for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace, Worn, as if thy soft pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! May none these marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny...

Finden's Illustrations of the Life and Works of Lord Byron: With ..., Nide 2

William Brockedon - 1833 - 332 sivua
...CHILLÓN. From tt Drawing by C. Stanfield, ARA " Chillón ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar ; for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace, Worn, as if thy soft pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! May none these marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny...

Facts Without Fiction and Tales from the Life, Illustrative of the Evil ...

John Grigg Hewlett - 1835 - 254 sivua
...the charm of the latter part of his sonnet — ' Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar ; — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace. Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod. By Bonnivardt ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from...

The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Nide 10

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1835 - 348 sivua
...martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! — May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny...

The continent in 1835, sketches in Belgium, Germany, Switzerland, Savoy, and ...

John Hoppus - 1836 - 770 sivua
...made — and like a living grave. Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an ahar — for 'twas trod Until his very steps have left a trace Worn as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnirard !' This part of the lake of Geneva has acquired additional...

The Select Poetical Works of Lord Byron: Containing The Corsair, Lara, The ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836 - 260 sivua
...is a holy place , To fetters , and the damp vault's dayless gloom, And thy sad floor an altar—for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn , as if thy cold pavement were a sod , By Bounivord '. —May none those marks efface? For they appeal from...

The Continent in 1835: Sketches in Belgium, Germany, Switzerland ..., Nide 2

John Hoppus - 1836 - 348 sivua
...made—and like a living grave. • Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar—for 'twas trod Until his very steps have left a trace Worn as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard!' , This part of the lake of Geneva has acquired' additional...

American Monthly Knickerbocker, Nide 10

1837 - 594 sivua
...Bonnivard, Byron's ' Prisoner,' lingered in chains : ' Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace, Worn as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface, For they appeal from...

American Monthly Knickerbocker, Nide 10

1837 - 580 sivua
...Bounivard, Byron's ' Prisoner,' lingered in chains : ' Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace, Worn as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks eflace, For they appeal from...




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