The Conqueror-s Grave Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCADDEEFFE GHHGIJJIJKJK LMNJNJOOJJJJ PQPQRSSRSII JAJATTQQJJOO UMUMUVVWXWX

WITHIN this lowly grave a Conqueror liesA
And yet the monument proclaims it notB
Nor round the sleeper s name hath chisel wroughtC
The emblems of a fame that never diesA
Ivy and amaranth in a graceful sheafD
Twined with the laurel s fair imperial leafD
A simple name aloneE
To the great world unknownE
Is graven here and wild flowers rising roundF
Meek meadow sweet and violets of the groundF
Lean lovingly against the humble stoneE
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Here in the quiet earth they laid apartG
No man of iron mould and bloody handsH
Who sought to wreak upon the cowering landsH
The passions that consumed his restless heartG
But one of tender spirit and delicate frameI
Gentlest in mien and mindJ
Of gentle womankindJ
Timidly shrinking from the breath of blameI
One in whose eyes the smile of kindness madeJ
Its haunts like flowers by sunny brooks in MayK
Yet at the thought of others pain a shadeJ
Of sweeter sadness chased the smile awayK
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Nor deem that when the hand that moulders hereL
Was raised in menace realms were chilled with fearM
And armies mustered at the sign as whenN
Clouds rise on clouds before the rainy EastJ
Gray captains leading bands of veteran menN
And fiery youths to be the vulture s feastJ
Not thus were waged the mighty wars that gaveO
The victory to her who fills this graveO
Alone her task was wroughtJ
Alone the battle foughtJ
Through that long strife her constant hope was stayedJ
On God alone nor looked for other aidJ
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She met the hosts of Sorrow with a lookP
That altered not beneath the frown they woreQ
And soon the lowering brood were tamed and tookP
Meekly her gentle rule and frowned no moreQ
Her soft hand put aside the assaults of wrathR
And calmly broke in twainS
The fiery shafts of painS
And rent the nets of passion from her pathR
By that victorious hand despair was slainS
With love she vanquished hate and overcameI
Evil with good in her Great Master s nameI
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Her glory is not of this shadowy stateJ
Glory that with the fleeting season diesA
But when she entered at the sapphire gateJ
What joy was radiant in celestial eyesA
How heaven s bright depths with sounding welcomes rungT
And flowers of heaven by shining hands were flungT
And He who long beforeQ
Pain scorn and sorrow boreQ
The Mighty Sufferer with aspect sweetJ
Smiled on the timid stranger from his seatJ
He who returning glorious from the graveO
Dragged Death disarmed in chains a crouching slaveO
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See as I linger here the sun grows lowU
Cool airs are murmuring that the night is nearM
Oh gentle sleeper from thy grave I goU
Consoled though sad in hope and yet in fearM
Brief is the time I knowU
The warfare scarce begunV
Yet all may win the triumphs thou hast wonV
Still flows the fount whose waters strengthened theeW
The victors names are yet too few to fillX
Heaven s mighty roll the glorious armoryW
That ministered to thee is open stillX

William Cullen Bryant



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