<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=38668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Grey Monk</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I die I die the Mother said<br>My Children die for lack of Bread <br>What more has the merciless Tyrant said<br>The Monk sat down on the Stony Bed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blood red ran from the Grey Monks side <br>His hands and feet were wounded wide<br>His Body bent his arms & knees<br>Like to the roots of ancient trees</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His eye was dry no tear could flow<br>A hollow groan first spoke his woe <br>He trembled and shudderd upon the Bedt<br>At length with a feeble cry he said</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When God commanded this hand to write<br>In the studious hours of deep midnight<br>He told me the writing I wrote should provet<br>The Bane of all that on Earth I lovd </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Brother starvd between two Walls<br>His Childrens Cry my Soul appalls<br>I mockd at the wrack and griding chain <br>My bent body mocks their torturing pain </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy Father drew his sword in the North<br>With his thousands strong he marched forth <br>Thy Brother has armd himself in Steel <br>To avenge the wrongs thy Children feel</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But vain the Sword and vain the Bow <br>They never can work Wars overthrow<br>The Hermits Prayer and the Widows tear<br>Alone can free the World from fear</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For a Tear is an Intellectual Thing <br>And a Sigh is the Sword of an Angel King<br>And the bitter groan of the Martyrs woe<br>Is an Arrow from the Almighties Bow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hand of Vengeance found the Bed<br>To which the Purple Tyrant fled<br>The iron hand crushd the Tyrants head<br>And became a Tyrant in his stead</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Blake">William Blake</a> from <i>Songs and Ballads</i><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=38668" data-title="The Grey Monk de William Blake" data-description="I die I die the Mother said/My Children die for lack of Bread /What more has the merciless Tyrant said/The Monk sat down on the Stony Bed/The blood red ran from the Grey Monks side /His hands and feet were wounded wide/His Body bent his arms & kne..."></div> </div> </div>

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