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... The Complete Poetical Works of Lord Byron - Page 398by George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1905 - 1055 pagesFull view - About this book
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