Sonnet Xviii: On The Late Massacre In Piemont Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBACDCECE| Avenge O Lord thy slaughter'd saints whose bones | A |
| Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold | B |
| Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old | B |
| When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones | A |
| Forget not in thy book record their groans | A |
| Who were thy sheep and in their ancient fold | B |
| Slain by the bloody Piemontese that roll'd | B |
| Mother with infant down the rocks Their moans | A |
| The vales redoubl'd to the hills and they | C |
| To Heav'n Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow | D |
| O'er all th' Italian fields where still doth sway | C |
| The triple tyrant that from these may grow | E |
| A hundred fold who having learnt thy way | C |
| Early may fly the Babylonian woe | E |
John Milton
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