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" 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 to God. "
The Gentleman's Magazine - Página 44
1817
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Selected Poems

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1996 - 830 páginas
...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...a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! - May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God. When this poem was...
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A Century of Sonnets: The Romantic-Era Revival 1750-1850

Paula R. Feldman, Daniel Robinson - 2002 - 304 páginas
...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...a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! — May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God. (1816) 300. 'Rousseau...
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A Century of Sonnets: The Romantic-Era Revival, 1750-1850

Paula R. Feldman, Daniel Robinson - 2002 - 279 páginas
...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 to God. (1816) 300. 'Rousseau—Voltaire—ou...
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A Critical Introduction to Law and Literature

Kieran Dolin - 2007
...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 feet have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! — May none those marks...
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