...and fro. Byron afterwards wrote the sonnet on Bonnivard, from which the following lines are taken : "Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad...'twas trod Until his very steps have left a trace Wern, as if thy cold pavement were a soil, By Bonnivard ! May none those marks efface ! For they appeal...

...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 AVorn, as if thy cold pavement were...

...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...

...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 ! *...

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...de la liberté sociale. Lord Byron le salue dans un de ses poèmes comme un lieu sacré : Chilien ! thy prison is a holy place , And thy sad floor an altar. For't was trod Until Lis vcry sleps hâve left a trace Worn , as if thy cold pavement were a sod ,...

...vieux château de Chillon que nous apercevons à l'extrémité du lac. Byron l'a chanté : Chilien ! thy prison is a holy place , And thy sad floor an altar. For't was trod TJntil bis very stcps hâve left a tracé Worn , as if thy cold pavement were a soJ,...

...country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wingd on every wind. Chillon ! tliy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar...— for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a traee Worn, as if thy cold pavemout were a sod, By linniii vnrd ! — May none those marks efface !...

...dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And freedom's feme 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 traco Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard!...

...dayless gloom, Their country conqnen with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. further on. Beletct. And lose the world! 486 487 Arbaccs. Lose any thing, except my own e hi- very steps have left a trace Worn, ii- if thy cold pavement were a sod, By lliuiniiiiril ! —...