...Smithfield.' ' Ay, and in the vallies of Piedmont.' Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones lAe scattered on the Alpine mountains cold, Even them...our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not ! Tn thy book record their groans, Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody...

...ON THE I.ATE MASSACRE IX PIEMONT. AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even 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 Who were thy sheep, and...

...memorable lines of the poet, — " Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even 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 !" " But I will not argue...

...Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered 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 worshipp'd 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...

...Windows") Talking to God is almost always praise or prayer. Or, as in Milton's sonnet, an urgent request: Avenge O Lord thy slaughtered saints whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold . . . (MILTON, "On the Late Massacre in Piedmont") For the Romantic poets, apostrophe and personification...

...fourteen lines through their long o vowels create a supporting impression of lament modulating to menace: Avenge O Lord thy slaughtered Saints, whose bones...Forget not: in thy book record their groans Who were tby sheep and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese that rolled Mother with infant...

...the Alpine mountains cold, Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old When all our Fathers worship'! Stocks and Stones, Forget not: in thy book record their groans Who were thy Sheep and in their antient fold Slain by the bloody Pietnontese that roll'd Mother with Infant down the Rocks. Their moans...

...self-commanding, magnificent Animality is the <temper> make for poets & artists, it seems to me. 36 'Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones / Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold' ('On the late Massacre in Piedmont', 1655). For Ruskin's positive comments see 12.139, 35^, and Lancaster...