 | Ronald Charles Thompson - Religion - 1996 - 180 pages
...stones, Forget not: in thy book record their groanes Who were thy Sheep, and in their ancient Fold Slayn by the bloody Piemontese that roll'd Mother with Infant down the Rocks. The moans The Vales redoubled to the Hills, and they To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and ashes so O're... | |
 | Stephen Adams - Poetry - 1997 - 260 pages
...old When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not: in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills,... | |
 | John Milton - 1998 - 1494 pages
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Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep,... 
