Peace poems
/ page 43 of 319 /
Slaves of Thy Shining Eyes
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
SLAVES of thy shining eyes are even those
That diadems of might and empire bear;
Drunk with the wine that from thy red lip flows,
Are they that e'en the grape's delight forswear.
To Lucasta From Prison An Epode
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Long in thy shackels, liberty
I ask not from these walls, but thee;
Left for awhile anothers bride,
To fancy all the world beside.
The Inevitable Calm
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE sombre wings of the tempest,
In fetterless force unfurled,
Buffet the face of beauty,
And scar the grace of the world;
The Old Burying-Ground
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Our vales are sweet with fern and rose,
Our hills are maple-crowned;
But not from them our fathers chose
The village burying-ground.
The Cageing Of Ares
© George Meredith
[Iliad, v. V. 385--Dedicated to the Council at The Hague.]
How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughed
Paradise Regain'd : Book III.
© John Milton
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood
A while as mute, confounded what to say,
What to reply, confuted and convinced
Of his weak arguing and fallacious drift;
Distance
© Archibald Lampman
To the distance! Ah, the distance!
Blue and broad and dim!
Peace is not in burgh or meadow,
But beyond the rim.
Wild Peace
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Blue noon shines o'er the sea;
Waves break starry on the sand;
Lights and sounds and scents come free
On the radiant air of the land.
Difference
© Stephen Vincent Benet
My minds a map. A mad sea-captain drew it
Under a flowing moon until he knew it;
To Governor Swain
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
DEAR GOVERNOR, if my skiff might brave
The winds that lift the ocean wave,
The Fovrth Booke Of Qvodlibets
© Robert Hayman
Sermons and Epigrams haue a like end,
To improue, to reproue, and to amend:
Some passe without this vse, 'cause they are witty;
And so doe many Sermons, more's the pitty.
Ultima Thule: Bayard Taylor
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Lying dead among thy books,
The peace of God in all thy looks!
The Visions Of Petrarch
© Edmund Spenser
Being one day at my window all alone,
So manie strange things happened me to see,
The Voice Calling
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
IN the hush of April weather,
With the bees in budding heather,
And the white clouds floating, floating, and the sunshine falling broad;
While my children down the hill
Run and leap, and I sit still,--
Through the silence, through the silence art Thou calling, O my God?
The Dunciad: Book I.
© Alexander Pope
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings
The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings,
An heroic address to [Oxford], concerning the combined utility and dignity of military affairs and o
© Gabriel Harvey
In thy breast is noble blood, Courage animates thy brow, Mars lives in thy tongue,
Minerva strengthen thy right hand, Bellona reigns in thy body, within thee burns the fire of Mars.
Thine eyes flash fire, thy countenance shakes a spear;
who would not swear that Achilles had come to life again?
Griggsby's Station
© James Whitcomb Riley
Pap's got his patent-right, and rich is all creation;
But where's the peace and comfort that we all had before?
Le's go a-visitin' back to Griggsby's Station--
Back where we ust to be so happy and so pore!
"To cure wounds is so rigid"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
To cure wounds is so rigid:
They drank the air and poisoned bread.
Young Joseph who was sold to Egypt
Could not be more deathly sad!
Two Capitals1910
© Harriet Monroe
White Moscow of the pearly towers.
And golden domes for praise
And chiming hours!
Red Moscow of the Kremlin walls,
And bloody battle ways
And fire-scarred halls!
