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... Readings from Milton - Стр. 306авторы: John Milton - 1886 - Страниц: 308Полный просмотр
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...Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worship'd stocks and stones, Forget not: in thy book record...ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that roll'd Mother and infants down their rocks.' Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they...