Lord Byron - The Prisoner of Chillon





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Published on Jan 30, 2013

The Prisoner of Chillon by George Gordon Byron Lord Byron -Full unabridged reading at:
The Prisoner of Chillon by George Gordon Byron Lord Byron
Full unabridged reading 19 minutes audio 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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