...behalf. The following touching sonnet which he wrote on the occasion, will show how he felt for them. "Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones...kept thy truth so pure of old, "When all our fathers worshiped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans, Who were thy sheep ; and...

...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 in thy ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that roll'd Mother with infant down the rocks. Their...

...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...

..."antient Fold" more acutely because they had demonstrated their constancy over many centuries ("Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old / When all our Fathers worship't Stocks and Stones"). For Milton and European Protestants the "Piemontese Easter" presented...

...Avenge O Lord thy slaughter' d 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 and Stones, Forget not: in thy look record their groanes Who were Ay Sheep and in...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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...