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...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,...

...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 floor an altar...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...

...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—...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. MY hair is...

...In allusion to these circumstances it was that Byron says, in one of hia sonnets, — " Chillón ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar;...'twas trod Until his very steps have left a trace, Won), as if the cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! May none those marks efface! For they appeal...

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...Their cauntry 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 't was trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard...

...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 't was trods Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard...

...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 't was trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard...