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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 Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Prisoner of Chillon. Manfred ... - 2 ページ
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron 著 - 1818
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Holidays Abroad: Or, Europe from the West, 第 2 巻

Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1849 - 344 ページ
...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, 第 12 巻

1852 - 596 ページ
...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...

Switzerland and Savoy

David Bogue - 1852 - 416 ページ
...narrow cmdoir, from which the eye plunges with difficulty to the bottom of this terrestrial Erebus. " 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 the culd pavement were a sod, By Bonuivard...

A Hand-book for Travellers in Switzerland and the Alps of Savoy and Piedmont

John Murray (Firm) - 1852 - 512 ページ
...afterwards wrote the sonnet on Bonnivard, from which the following lines are taken: — " Chillón I thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar ; fur 't was trod Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if the cold pavement were a sod,...

Art and Nature Under an Italian Sky

Margaret Juliana Maria Dunbar - 1853 - 330 ページ
...Three steps were all that he could take, and this living death was inflicted by his fellow-men ! " Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad...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...

The Works of Lord Byron: Embracing His Suppressed Poems, and a Sketch of His ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1126 ページ
...Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillón ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar—...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...

Memories Over the Water: Or, Stray Thoughts on a Long Stroll

Henry Maney - 1854 - 354 ページ
...our guide for the day. But Byron has more prettily spoken of this spot than we may possibly speak : " Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad...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...

All the Apostles of the Bible

Herbert Lockyer - 1988 - 284 ページ
...were amazed at such indifference to suffering! Do you recall Lord Byron's On the Castle of Chilian? Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor...marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God. Ever conscious that his precious Lord was with him while in bondage, Paul made his prison a holy place,...

The Collected Poems of Lord Byron

George Gordon Byron - 1994 - 884 ページ
...country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on етегу wind. Chillón ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his тегу steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By BoBiri vard I Мяу...

The Wordsworth Book of Sonnets

Masson - 1995 - 228 ページ
...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...marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God. LORD BYRON To the Nile It flows through old hush'd /tgypt and its sands, Like some grave mighty thought...




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