 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 - Side 741852Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Henry Maney - 1854 - 354 sider
...spoken of this spot than we may possibly speak : " Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar, for 'twas trod. Until his very steps...marks efface, For they appeal from tyranny to God." We saw those traces worn in the living rock, by the impatient footsteps of the luckless Bonnivard,... | |
 | Charles Williams - 1854 - 662 sider
...holy place, And thy sad floor an altar; for 'twas trod Until his very steps have left a trace, Won), as if the cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard!...marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God." Bonnivard is said to have laid the foundation of a library at Geneva by the gift of his own books and... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1126 sider
...Ала thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Hutu his very steps have left a trace Torn, as if thy Sar. That's I. Ыт hair is gray, but not with yean, Nor grew it white In a single night,1 As men's have grown... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1126 sider
...martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillón ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad , The lost still loveliest, till thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! ' — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from... | |
 | Charles Williams - 1854 - 668 sider
...one of his sonnets, — " Chillon ! thy-prison is a holy place, . *-.•$•'•&.'''' And thy sad. floor- an altar \ for 'twas trod. -•'•-" Until his very steps have left a trace, _..-:"~ •• ~f-:-r>. :• Worn, as if the cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! May none those... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1104 sider
...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 Bonnivard ! ' — May none those marks efface ! far they appeal from tyranny to God. Mr hair is gray, bat not with years, Nor grew it white In a... | |
 | 1854 - 456 sider
...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 ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 sider
...thy sad floor an altar, — - for 't was trods 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, MY hair is gray, but not with years ; Nor grew it white In a single night. As men's have grown from... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1855 - 410 sider
...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. [In the first draught, the sonnet opens thus — "Beloved Goddess of the chainless mind ! Brightest... | |
 | 1855 - 458 sider
...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 ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from... | |
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