 | John Milton - 1994 - 360 pagina’s
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 | Hans-Werner Ludwig - 1979 - 278 pagina’s
...Stones, Forget not: in thy book record their groanes Who were thy Sheep and in their antient Fold Slayn by the bloody Piemontese that roll'd Mother with Infant down the Rocks. Their moans The Vales redoubl'd to the Hills, and they To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O're all th'ltalian... | |
 | Jan Glete - 1994 - 572 pagina’s
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 | Mark Jones - 1995 - 368 pagina’s
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 | Masson - 1995 - 228 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 pagina’s
...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 moans The vales redoubl'd to the hills, and they To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O'er all th'Italian... | |
 | William Riley Parker - 1996 - 708 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | 1981 - 300 pagina’s
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 | Ronald Charles Thompson - 1996 - 180 pagina’s
...stones, Forget not: in thy book record their groanes Who were thy Sheep, and in their ancient Fold Slayn by the bloody Piemontese that roll'd Mother with Infant down the Rocks. The moans The Vales redoubled to the Hills, and they To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and ashes so O're... | |
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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. 
