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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... "
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по George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818
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The Works of Lord Byron, Including the Suppressed Poems: Also a Sketch of ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 848 страници
...Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillón! ron Ч »a« trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were л sod, By...

A hand-book for travellers in Switzerland and the Alps of Savoy and Piedmont ...

John Murray - 1846 - 552 страници
...following lines are taken : — Boute 56.— Chillón— Villeneuve — Rhone Valley. 167 " Chillón ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar ; for 't was trod Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if the cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard...

The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Reprinted from the Last London Ed ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 1068 страници
...Their country conquers wilh their martyrdom. And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillón ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar— ftir 'I was trod, dans le chitcau de Chillón, où il resta sans être interrogé ju». qu'en 1836;...

The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One Volume

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1847 - 880 страници
...Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds win?s on every wind. Chillon 1 thy prison is a holy place. And thy sad floor an altar...a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, 1 When this poem was composed, I was not sufficiently aware of the history of Bonnivard, or I should...

Tales and poems

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1848 - 320 страници
...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...trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bounivard !c" — May none those marks efl'ace ! For they appeal from tyrauny to God. I. My hair is...

Letters from Italy

J. T. Headley - 1848 - 410 страници
...When he afterwards heard of it, he wrote a sonnet on the noble prior of Victor, in which he says : " Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar ; for 'twas trod Until its very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! May none...

The Select Poetical Works

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1848 - 428 страници
...gloom, | Their country conquers with their martrydom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 't was trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard...

The Prisoners' Friend: A Monthly Magazine Devoted to Criminal Reform ..., Том 1

1849 - 610 страници
...their martyrdom. And freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillón ' thy prison is a holy pfacc, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod. Until...have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were о sod, By Bonnivnrd ! Мну none those marks efface ARTICLE LXXIII. William Smith O'Brien. IRELAND....

Holidays Abroad: Or, Europe from the West, Том 2

Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1849 - 344 страници
...the genius of the poet. Byron wrote a sonnet on the true story after he learned it, concluding thus: Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar ; for 't was trod Until his very steps have left a trace, Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard...

The Ladies' Repository, Том 12

1852 - 596 страници
...perfectly descriptive of the locality before us : " Chillon! tby prison is a holy place, And tby tad floor an altar; for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace, Worn, as if the cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny...




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