Thursday, January 1, 2004
Sonnet Xviii: On The Late Massacre In Piemont Comments
Rating: ★2.8
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,
When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones;
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9/10/2025 12:22:59 AM # 1.0.0
Wonderful use of metre and rhyme and other poetic effects by a true master of the sonnet!