...Avenge, 0 Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose tones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold: Ev'n 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...

...Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Kven them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worship'd stocks and stones, * The words of pope Innocent III. in his exhortation to the cri*. taders...

...O Lord, Thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even they 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...

...sufferings of the Waldenses : — " 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 worshipt stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy hook record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in...

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...HISTORY OF THE WALDENSES, FROM THE NINTH CENTURY TO THE PRESENT TIME. Avenge, O Lord, thy slanghter'd saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains...them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our futhers worahipp'd stocks and stouea, Forjret not : in thy hook record their groans Who were thy sheep,...

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...Massacre in Piedmont contains a tremendous malediction on the persecutors of those mountaineer-martyrs, " who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones." Nor must the sonnet on his blindness be overlooked. Though severely simple in style, and remarkably...

...save the Athenian walls from ruin bare. [On the Matsacrc of the Protestants in Púdmont.] Avenge, 0 the woeful plight < If Misery, that next appear'd in sight : iu thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody...

...name of England, by her immortal poet, to the Lord Almighty, on behalf of the Vaudois: 1 Avenge, О Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd...fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones, Forget not' To WHAT ess» WK MAT TUBS. — Some of the timbers of the Royal George, that great sea-coffin in which...