<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421472" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 15</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">XV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On The Late Massacher In Piemont</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Avenge O lord thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones<br>Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold,<br>Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old<br>When all our Fathers worship't Stocks and Stones,<br>Forget not: in thy book record their groanes<br>Who were thy Sheep and in their antient Fold<br>Slayn by the bloody Piemontese that roll'd<br>Mother with Infant down the Rocks. Their moans<br>The Vales redoubl'd to the Hills, and they<br>To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow <br>O're all th'Italian fields where still doth sway<br>The triple Tyrant: that from these may grow<br>A hunder'd-fold, who having learnt thy way<br>Early may fly the Babylonian wo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Milton">John Milton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421472" data-title="Sonnet 15 de John Milton" data-description="XV On The Late Massacher 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 When all our Fathers worship't Stocks and Stones, Forget not: in thy bo..."></div> </div> </div>

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