The Prisoner of Chillon by George Gordon Byron- Lord Byron read by Sean Barrett produced by Robert Nichol Audioproductions London
The Prisoner of Chillon is a 392-line narrative poem by Lord Byron. Written in 1816, it chronicles the imprisonment of a Genovois monk, François Bonivard, from 1532 to 1536.
My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night,
As men's have grown from sudden fears:
My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose,
For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those
To whom the goodly earth and air
Are bann'd, and barr'd-forbidden fare;
But this was for my father's faith
I suffer'd chains and courted death;
That father perish'd at the stake
For tenets he would not forsake;
And for the same his lineal race
In darkness found a dwelling place;
We were seven-who now are one, Six in youth, and one in age,
Finish'd as they had begun, Proud of Persecution's rage;
One in fire, and two in field,
Their belief with blood have seal'd,
Dying as their father died,
For the God their foes denied;-
Three were in a dungeon cast,
Of whom this wreck is left the last.
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