 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 sayfa
...less 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 a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! ' —... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 294 sayfa
...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 a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a... | |
 | John Watkins - 1822 - 452 sayfa
...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." Yet the history of Bonnivard,... | |
 | John Watkins - 1822 - 452 sayfa
...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 a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! —... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822 - 614 sayfa
...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, t-'ntil his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, Ky Bonnivard ! *... | |
 | John Watkins - 1822 - 476 sayfa
...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 a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! —... | |
 | Depping - 1822 - 208 sayfa
...comme un lieu sacré: . . Chillon! thy prison is a holy J And thy sad floor an altar. For't was trod Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement wtre a sod, By Bonnivard ! may none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to god. Ce fut... | |
 | 1845 - 448 sayfa
...round the pillars one by one. Returning where my walk begun." Nor is the following apostrophe untrue: " 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... | |
 | 1827 - 480 sayfa
...one by one, Returning where my walk begun." Nor it the following emphatic apostrophe untrue — *' 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1823 - 316 sayfa
...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 a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! (1)... | |
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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. 
