Peace poems
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Le Forgeron (The Blacksmith)
© Arthur Rimbaud
Le bras sur un marteau gigantesque, effrayant
D'ivresse et de grandeur, le front large, riant
A Hymn
© James Shirley
O fly, my Soul! What hangs upon
Thy drooping wings,
And weighs them down
With love of gaudy mortal things?
Songs with Preludes: Friendship
© Jean Ingelow
Beautiful eyes,—and shall I see no more
The living thought when it would leap from them,
And play in all its sweetness ’neath their lids?
The Borrowed Axe
© John Newton
The prophets sons, in time of old,
Though to appearance poor;
Were rich without possessing gold,
And honoured, though obscure.
A Flower Of A Day
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
OLD friend, that with a pale and pensile grace
Climbest the lush hedgerows, art thou back again,
Marking the slow round of the wond'rous years?
Didst beckon me a moment, silent flower?
The Resting-Place
© Ada Cambridge
Calmly the Paschal moonlight now is sleeping
On mossy hillock and on headstone grey,
Where still our Mother holds in faithful keeping
Such as, while living, in her dear arms lay.
Ah! loving and beloved, we know ye rest,
E'en in the grave, upon her hallow'd breast.
Gladys And Her Island
© Jean Ingelow
“Ah, well, but I am here; but I have seen
The gay gorse bushes in their flowering time;
I know the scent of bean-fields; I have heard
The satisfying murmur of the main.”
In The Dark City
© John Hall Wheelock
There is a harper plays
Through the long watches of the lonely night
When, like a cemetery,
Sleeps the dark city, with her millions laid each in his tomb.
Welcome To The Nations
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
PHILADELPHIA, JULY 4, 1876
BRIGHT on the banners of lily and rose
Bishops Caundle
© William Barnes
At peace day, who but we should goo
To Caundle vor an' hour or two:
To The Thirty-Ninth Congress
© John Greenleaf Whittier
O PEOPLE-CHOSEN! are ye not
Likewise the chosen of the Lord,
To do His will and speak His word?
From the loud thunder-storm of war
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 06
© Torquato Tasso
LXXI
Aurora bright her crystal gates unbarred,
The Bard Of Breffney
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Withered with years and broken by Time's play
I still do live, who only seek to lay
Benedicite
© John Greenleaf Whittier
God's love and peace be with thee, where
Soe'er this soft autumnal air
Lifts the dark tresses of thy hair.
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =First Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
MAR. We know that you are not a theologian but a philosopher, and that
you treat of philosophy and not of theology.
To His Wife
© Daniel Henry Deniehy
O Pure of soul, and fond and deep of heart
For those who darkened be,
The Child Of The Islands - Spring
© Caroline Norton
I.
WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown
Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head:
White tufted Guelder-roses, showering down
A Death in the Bush
© Henry Kendall
For, ere the early settlers came and stocked
These wilds with sheep and kine, the grasses grew
So that they took the passing pilgrim in
And whelmed him, like a running sea, from sight.
The Return Of Peace
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
They could not quell the grieved and shuddering air,
That breathed about me its forlorn despair:
It almost seemed as if stern Triumph sped
To one whose hopes were dead,
And flaunting there his fortune's ruddier grace,
Smote--with a taunt--wan Misery in the face!
