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 A sunbeam which hath lost its way, And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left; Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp : And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain ; 'That...  Poetical Works of Lord Byron: The prisoner of Chillon. Poems of July ... - Page 17 by George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1901 Full view -
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