Sonnet 15 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B CBBCCBBCDCDEDE

XVA
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On The Late Massacher In PiemontB
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Avenge O lord thy slaughter'd Saints whose bonesC
Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains coldB
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of oldB
When all our Fathers worship't Stocks and StonesC
Forget not in thy book record their groanesC
Who were thy Sheep and in their antient FoldB
Slayn by the bloody Piemontese that roll'dB
Mother with Infant down the Rocks Their moansC
The Vales redoubl'd to the Hills and theyD
To Heav'n Their martyr'd blood and ashes sowC
O're all th'Italian fields where still doth swayD
The triple Tyrant that from these may growE
A hunder'd fold who having learnt thy wayD
Early may fly the Babylonian woE

John Milton



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