...massacre of the Protestants in Piemont may be applied, with a slight anachronism, to these martyrs. ' Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Scottish mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, Forget not.' The result of this...

...they sheltered in their stony bosoms from the weapons and tortures of their fellow men. Avenge, О Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ! was the burning exclamation of Milton's agonized and indignant spirit, as he beheld those sacred...

...Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughterM saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold; Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our...sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese that roll'd Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills,...

...Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold, E'en them ttiat kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers...worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not ; in thy hook record their groans, Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the BLOODY PIEDMONTESE,...

...in view the words of the prophet, — that higher inspiration which no poetry alone can ever reach. Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold, E'en them that kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget...

...AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold ; Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans '5 Who were thy sheep, and...

...Avenge, O Lord ! thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold ! Ev'n them, who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stone*, Forget not: in thy book record their groans, Who were thy sheep ; and...

...Avenge, О Lord ! thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold ; E'en them, who kept thy truth so pure of old When all our fathers worshiped stocks and stones, Forget not. Cromwell interposed strongly in their behalf; he authorised...

...fiery burst of Milton's indignation. Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie bleaching on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept...sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, who rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans .. The vales redoubled to the...

...slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie bleaching on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth eo pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks...sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, who rolled • Mother' with infant down the rocks. Their moans ,j. The vales redoubled...