Yet these are they whose fathers had not been
Housed with my dogs, whom hip and thigh we smote
And with their blood washed their pollutions clean,
Purging the land which spewed them from its throat;
Their took we for a pleasant prey, 50
Choice tender ones on whom the fathers doat.
Housed with my dogs, whom hip and thigh we smote
And with their blood washed their pollutions clean,
Purging the land which spewed them from its throat;
Their took we for a pleasant prey, 50
Choice tender ones on whom the fathers doat.
Christina Rossetti
