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...from his pen the following touching sonnet: — " "Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold: Even them,...ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that roll'd Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To...

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...umkam. The wild boar not only spoils her branches, bet stocks up her roots. Decay of Piety. That they kept thy truth so pure of old. When all our fathers worshipped flockt and stones. Forget not. МШол. Thou hast seen one world begin and end, And man, as from a...

...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 contest, cruel and murderous on the one side, but glorious and triumphant...

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...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,...