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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...  The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Prisoner of Chillon. Manfred ... - Page 2 by George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1818 Full view -
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