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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... "
Hoekzema's Gleanings from English Poetry - Side 152
af David Hoekzema - 1893 - 334 sider
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Selected Poems

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1996 - 830 sider
...can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's...marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God. When this poem was composed, I was not sufficiently aware of the history of Bonnivard, or I should...
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A Century of Sonnets: The Romantic-Era Revival 1750-1850

Paula R. Feldman, Daniel Robinson - 2002 - 304 sider
...bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's...marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God. (1816) 300. 'Rousseau — Voltaire — our Gibbon — and de Stael' Rousseau — Voltaire — our Gibbon...
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A Century of Sonnets: The Romantic-Era Revival, 1750-1850

Paula R. Feldman, Daniel Robinson - 2002 - 279 sider
...bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned— To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's...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...
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A Critical Introduction to Law and Literature

Kieran Dolin - 2007
...bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's...sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod Until his very feet have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! — May none those marks...
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