English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
George Gordon, Lord Byron
480. On the Castle of Chillon
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Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art,—
For there thy habitation is the heart—
The heart which love of Thee alone can bind;
To fetters, and the damp vault’s dayless gloom,
Their country conquers with their martyrdom,
And Freedom’s fame finds wings on every wind.
And thy sad floor an altar, for ’twas trod,
Until his very steps have left a trace
By Bonnivard! May none those marks efface!
For they appeal from tyranny to God.