 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1995 - 412 sidor
...is the heart The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their...conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame fmds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar - for 'twas... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1996 - 868 sidor
...Liberty! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd To fetters,...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!... | |
 | J.A. Rogers - 2010 - 598 sidor
...Liberty! thou art For there, thy habitation is the heart — The heart which love of thee alone can bind And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd — To...country conquers with their martyrdom And Freedom's fame find wings on every wind. This is precisely what happened in the case of Toussaint L'Ouverture. His... | |
 | Paula R. Feldman, Daniel Robinson - 2002 - 302 sidor
...heart — The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their...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!... | |
 | Paula R. Feldman, Daniel Robinson - 1999 - 306 sidor
...heart— The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned— To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their...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... | |
 | Kieran Dolin - 2007 - 26 sidor
...heart — The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their...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!... | |
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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... 
