Peace poems
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The Sage
© Harriet Monroe
Sequoia, growing grandly
Out of the long ago,
Beloved of Time, whose sons
March by to measures slow,
How tenderly you cherish
All little lives below!
To Peace
© Katharine Lee Bates
THE cup, the ruby cup
Whence anguish drips,
At last is lifted up
Against our lips.
Invocation
© Mathilde Blind
BREATHE thro' me in music,
Spirit of the time!
Pregnant with the future,
Spirit of the time!
Report On Tait's Lecture On Force
© James Clerk Maxwell
While you, brave Tait! who know so well the way
Forces to scatter,
Calmly await the slow but sure decay,
Even of Matter.
Written In A Fit Of Illness. R. S. S.
© William Cowper
In these sad hours, a prey to ceaseless pain,
While feverish pulses leap in every vein,
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book IX - Drona-Badha (Fall Of Drona)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
On the fall of Bhishma the Brahman chief Drona, preceptor of the Kuru
and Pandav princes, was appointed the leader of the Kuru forces. For
The Twenty-Fifth Of April
© Roderic Quinn
THIS day is Anzac Day!
Made sacred by the memory
Of those who fought and died, and fought and live,
And gave the best that men may give
Another Chance
© Henry Van Dyke
A DRAMATIC LYRIC
Come, give me back my life again, you heavy-handed Death!
Bristowe Tragedie: Or The Dethe Of Syr Charles Badwin
© Thomas Chatterton
THE featherd songster chaunticleer
Han wounde hys bugle horne,
For All Prisoners And Captives
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
OVER the English trees and the English meadows
Twilight is falling clear,
But my heart walks far in the homeless winds and the shadows
For those who are not here.
Bryants Seventieth Birthday
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
O EVEN-HANDED Nature! we confess
This life that men so honor, love, and bless
Has filled thine olden measure. Not the less.
The Flower-Garden
© Richard Monckton Milnes
O pensive Sister! thy tear--darkened gaze
I understand, whene'er thou look'st upon
The Garden's gilded green and colour'd blaze,
The gay society of flowers and sun.
The Angel Of The Doves.
© James Brunton Stephens
THE angels stood in the court of the King,
And into the midst, through the open door,
Song (Untitled #11)
© George Meredith
The daisy now is out upon the green;
And in the grassy lanes
The child of April rains,
The sweet fresh-hearted violet, is smelt and loved unseen.
Anti-Apis
© James Russell Lowell
Praisest Law, friend? We, too, love it much as they that love it best;
'Tis the deep, august foundation, whereon Peace and Justice rest;
On the rock primeval, hidden in the Past its bases be,
Block by block the endeavoring Ages built it up to what we see.
Nearing Christmas
© Madison Julius Cawein
THE season of the rose and peace is past:
It could not last.
There's heartbreak in the hills and stormy sighs
Of sorrow in the rain-lashed plains and skies,
Summer Gone
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
SMALL wren, mute pecking at the last red plum
Or twittering idly at the yellowing boughs
Fruit-emptied, over thy forsaken house,--
Birdie, that seems to come
Telling, we too have spent our little store,
Our summer's o'er:
