The Grey Monk Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABA CCDD EEAA FFGH IIJJ KKLL MENO PPEM AAA

'I die I die ' the Mother saidA
'My children die for lack of breadA
What more has the merciless Tyrant said 'B
The Monk sat down on the stony bedA
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The blood red ran from the Grey Monk's sideC
His hands and feet were wounded wideC
His body bent his arms and kneesD
Like to the roots of ancient treesD
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His eye was dry no tear could flowE
A hollow groan first spoke his woeE
He trembled and shudder'd upon the bedA
At length with a feeble cry he saidA
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'When God commanded this hand to writeF
In the studious hours of deep midnightF
He told me the writing I wrote should proveG
The bane of all that on Earth I lov'dH
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My Brother starv'd between two wallsI
His Children's cry my soul appallsI
I mock'd at the rack and griding chainJ
My bent body mocks their torturing painJ
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Thy father drew his sword in the NorthK
With his thousands strong he marched forthK
Thy Brother has arm'd himself in steelL
To avenge the wrongs thy Children feelL
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But vain the Sword and vain the BowM
They never can work War's overthrowE
The Hermit's prayer and the Widow's tearN
Alone can free the World from fearO
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For a Tear is an intellectual thingP
And a Sigh is the sword of an Angel KingP
And the bitter groan of the Martyr's woeE
Is an arrow from the Almighty's bowM
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The hand of Vengeance found the bedA
To which the Purple Tyrant fledA
The iron hand crush'd the Tyrant's headA
And became a Tyrant in his stead '-

William Blake



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