...it being about the time when England's sublimest bard poured forth that noble strain : ' Avenge, 0 Lord ! thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold. Even those who kept tny truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones ; Forget...

...commendation." According to him, therefore, they are positively bad ! ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PJEMONT. AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; E'en them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget...

...commendation." According to him, therefore, they are positively bad ! ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEMONT. AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; E'en them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget...

...pay their tax. 1 then saw England plain. ALICE DUER MILLER 10 WAR On the Late Massacre in Piedmont Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones...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, and in...

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

...words that came to her again and again were those of John Milton in "On the Late Massacre in Piedmont": Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones...kept thy truth so pure of old When all our fathers worshiped stock and stones. . . . Perhaps in the interest of fairness, also, the basis of comparison...

...of martyrs is the seed of the Church, called fervently upon a God of wrath to punish and remember : Avenge, O Lord, Thy slaughtered saints, whose bones...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, and...

...Night durst ride. You're not going to catch him being grandly polemical either, the way Milton was: Avenge O Lord Thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold. . . . Nobody writes like that these days, and it's not hard to imagine why. Humankind has simply been...

...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 worship't stocks & stones, Forget not: in thy book record their groanes Who were thy Sheep, and in...

...Here, angered by a recent political massacre, he employs the sonnet form for an unexpected subject: Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones...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 and in...