Peace poems
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Midnight
© Robert Fuller Murray
The air is dark and fragrant
With memories of a shower,
And sanctified with stillness
By this most holy hour.
An Eclogue From Virgil
© Eugene Field
(The exile Meliboeus finds Tityrus in possession of his own farm,
restored to him by the emperor Augustus, and a conversation ensues. The
poem is in praise of Augustus, peace and pastoral life.)
The DreamHouse
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Often we talk of the house that we will build
For airier and less jostled days than these
We chafe in, and send Fancy roaming wide
Down western valleys with a choosing eye
Introduction To The True-Born Englishman
© Daniel Defoe
Speak, satire; for there's none can tell like thee
Whether 'tis folly, pride, or knavery
The Truce of God
© Katharine Tynan
Now to the stricken doe
And the wounded hind
There comes the Mercy of God
That is cool and kind.
The Voyage To Vinland: Bioern's Beckoners
© James Russell Lowell
Looms there the New Land;
Locked in the shadow
Long the gods shut it,
Niggards of newness
They, the o'er-old.
The Young Greek Odalisque
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Mid silken cushions, richly wrought, a young Greek girl reclined,
And fairer form the harems walls had neer before enshrined;
Mid all the young and lovely ones who round her clustered there,
With glowing cheeks and sparkling eyes, she shone supremely fair.
Regret Not Me
© Thomas Hardy
Regret not me;
Beneath the sunny tree
I lie uncaring slumbering peacefully.
"Lines. . ."
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
In the fair garden of celestial Peace
Walketh a Gardener in meekness clad;
Fair are the flowers that wreathe his dewy locks,
And his mysterious eyes are sweet and sad.
The Wife Of Some Great Officer Bewails His Absence
© Confucius
Shrill chirp the insects in the grass;
All about the hoppers spring.
The Creek of the Four Graves [Late Version]
© Charles Harpur
A settler in the olden times went forth
With four of his most bold and trusted men
The Sisters
© John Greenleaf Whittier
ANNIE and Rhoda, sisters twain,
Woke in the night to the sound of rain,
The Task: Book IV. -- The Winter Evening
© William Cowper
Hark! tis the twanging horn oer yonder bridge,
That with its wearisome but needful length
The March of Ivan
© Henry Lawson
I have marched to many frontiers, in the pregnant days gone by,
When they told us where to march to, but they did not tell us why.
And they showed us whom to fight with, and they told us where to die.
I have seen our grey battalions to their Heavenor Hadeshurled
Twas enough it was for Russia!what cared we about the world?
Audley Court
© Alfred Tennyson
The Bull, the Fleece are crammd, and not a room
For love or money. Let us picnic there
At Audley Court.
The Prophecy Of Capys
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
X.
So marched they along the lake;
They marched by fold and stall,
By cornfield and by vineyard,
Unto the old man's hall.
Pharsalia - Book I: The Crossing Of The Rubicon
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
First of such deeds I purpose to unfold
The causes - task immense - what drove to arms
A maddened nation, and from all the world
Struck peace away.
Ode To Heaven
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The [living frame which sustains my soul]
Is [sinking beneath the fierce control]
Down through the lampless deep of song
I am drawn and driven along
