poet John Milton

John Milton

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Sonnet Xviii: On The Late Massacre In Piemont

Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones
Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold,
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old,
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  • Barrel Rider (12/3/2008 12:52:00 PM)

    Wonderful use of metre and rhyme and other poetic effects by a true master of the sonnet!

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