 | Derek Attridge - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1995 - 300 pages
...fall in the expected places, the emphasis is weakened and the lines lose some of their power: (9a) Forget not: in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep and in their ancient fold Were slain by bloody Piedmontese that rolled The mother with the infant down the rocks. Not every departure... | |
 | Masson - Poetry - 1995 - 228 pages
...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, and in... | |
 | Ronald Charles Thompson - Religion - 1996 - 180 pages
...On the Late Massacher in Piemont 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... | |
 | William Riley Parker - Poets, English - 1996 - 708 pages
...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, and... | |
 | Roger D. Launius, John E. Hallwas - Religion - 1996 - 300 pages
...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 worshiped stock and stones. . . . Perhaps in the interest of fairness, also, the basis of comparison... | |
 | Stephen Adams - Poetry - 1997 - 260 pages
...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 and in... | |
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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... 
