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" When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not ; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. "
The Works of the English Poets: Milton - Страница 180
по Samuel Johnson - 1779
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The Children's Magazine and Missionary Repository, Том 19

1856 - 1026 страници
...their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple...

The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir, and Critical ..., Том 2

John Milton - 1843 - 364 страници
...record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their 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 heaven. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple...

Visitor: Or Monthly Instructor

1843 - 488 страници
...record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their 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 heaven. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow, O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The...

Notices of the State of Religion in Geneva and Belgium

Hugh Heugh - 1844 - 268 страници
...book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese that roll'd Mother with infant down the rocks. Their...moans, The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple...

English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution ...

English poetry - 1844 - 92 страници
...their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple...

Table Talk: Opinions on Books, Men, and Things

William Hazlitt - 1845 - 432 страници
...book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese that roll'd Mother with infant down the rocks. Their...redoubled to the hills, and they To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant;...

The History of France ...

1845 - 506 страници
...record their groans, Who were thy sheep, and in their 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 heaven. Their mai tyr'd blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields", where still doth sway The...

The North British review

1845 - 548 страници
...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...moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields where still doth sway The triple...

Lectures on Foreign Churches: Delivered in Edinburgh and Glasgow, May 1845 ...

Free Church of Scotland - 1845 - 602 страници
...groans, ' Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold, Slain by the bloody Piedmontese that rolled, Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple...

Lectures on foreign churches

Scotland free church, comm. on foreign churches - 1845 - 494 страници
...groans, Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold, Slain by the bloody Piedmontese that rolled, Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple...




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