Peace poems

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Guns Of Peace

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

GHOSTS of dead soldiers in the battle slain,
Ghosts of dead heroes dying nobler far,
In the long patience of inglorious war,
Of famine, cold, heat, pestilence, and pain,--

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"Thus Saith The Lord, I Offer Thee Three Kings."

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

IN poisonous dens, where traitors hide
Like bats that fear the day,
While all the land our charters claim
Is sweating blood and breathing flame,
Dead to their country's woe and shame,
The recreants whisper STAY!

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The Virtues Of Sid Hamet The Magician’s Rod

© Jonathan Swift

The rod was but a harmless wand,
  While Moses held it in his hand;
But, soon as e'er he laid it down,
Twas a devouring serpent grown.

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At The Funeral

© George Meredith

Her sacred body bear:  the tenement
Of that strong soul now ranked with God's Elect
Her heart upon her people's heart she spent;
Hence is she Royalty's lodestar to direct.

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The Duellist - Book II

© Charles Churchill

Deep in the bosom of a wood,

Out of the road, a Temple stood:

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The Night Dream

© Archibald MacLeish

To R. L.

NEITHER her voice, her name,

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Ode to Indolence

© William Shenstone

Ah! why for ever on the wing
Persists my wearied soul to roam?
Why, ever cheated, strives to bring
Or pleasure or contentment home?

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The Legend of the Foreign Office

© Rudyard Kipling

Rajah of Kolazai,
Drinketh the "simpkin" and brandy peg,
Maketh the money to fly,
Vexeth a Government, tender and kind,
Also - but this is a detail - blind.

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A Portrait.

© Arthur Henry Adams

HER glance is equable, serene;
She looks at life with level brow;
She strides through circumstance — a queen!
To compromise she cannot bow —

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Sonnet 39: Come Sleep

© Sir Philip Sidney

Come Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace,

The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,

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Elegiacs

© Charles Kingsley

Wearily stretches the sand to the surge, and the surge to the cloudland;

Wearily onward I ride, watching the water alone.

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To A Solitary Fir—Tree

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Fir, that on this moor austere,
Without kin or neighbour near,
Utterest now bleak winter's moan
As if its vext soul were thine own!

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The Princess (part 5)

© Alfred Tennyson


Home they brought her warrior dead:
  She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
  'She must weep or she will die.'

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Night Song Of A Wandering Shepherd In Asia

© Giacomo Leopardi

What doest thou in heaven, O moon?

  Say, silent moon, what doest thou?

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Ye Heralds Of Freedom

© Anonymous

Ye heralds of freedom, ye noble and brave,
Who dare to insist on the rights of the slave,
Go onward, go onward, your cause is of God,
And he will soon sever the oppressor's strong rod.

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'Soeur Monique'

© Alice Meynell

But two words, and this sweet air.
  Soeur Monique,
Had he more, who set you there?
Was his music-dream of you
Of some perfect nun he knew,
Or of some ideal, as true?

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To My Mother

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Than all the diamond's crystal rays,
Than all the emerald's lucid blaze;
And joys of heav'n would thrill thy heart,
To bid one bosom-grief depart,
One tear, one sorrow cease!

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Roman Elegies

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Then would the world be no world, then would e'en Rome be no Rome.
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Do not repent, mine own love, that thou so soon didst surrender

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Mr. Hosea Biglow To The Editor Of The Atlantic Monthly

© James Russell Lowell

DEAR SIR,--Your letter come to han'

  Requestin' me to please be funny;