Peace poems

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The Path O' Little Children

© Edgar Albert Guest

The path o' little children is the path I want to tread,
Where green is every valley and every rose is red,
Where laughter's always ringing and every smile is real,
And where the hurts are little hurts that just a kiss will heal.

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The Shepherdess Of The Arno

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

’Tis no wild and wond’rous legend, but a simple pious tale
Of a gentle shepherd maiden, dwelling in Italian vale,
Near where Arno’s glittering waters like the sunbeams flash and play
As they mirror back the vineyards through which they take their way.

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The Olive Branch

© George Meredith

A dove flew with an Olive Branch;
It crossed the sea and reached the shore,
And on a ship about to launch
Dropped down the happy sign it bore.

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Lines Read At The New York City Hall Meeting On Lafayette Day, 1918

© John Jay Chapman

And even while we hold our holiday
The Allied ranks in fierce array
Press on the foe like huntsman on the prey:
The Wild Boar of the North is brought to bay!

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Wind-Clouds And Star-Drifts

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Here am I, bound upon this pillared rock,
Prey to the vulture of a vast desire
That feeds upon my life. I burst my bands
And steal a moment's freedom from the beak,
The clinging talons and the shadowing plumes;
Then comes the false enchantress, with her song;

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The Old Vicarage, Grantchester

© Rupert Brooke



Just now the lilac is in bloom,

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Flower-De-Luce: Divina Commedia

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Oft have I seen at some cathedral door

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Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam 251-500 (Whinfield Translation)

© Omar Khayyám

Are you depressed? Then take of bhang one grain,
Of rosy grape-juice take one pint or twain;
Sufis, you say, must not take this or that,
Then go and eat the pebbles off the plain!

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Paradise Lost : Book IV.

© John Milton


O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw

The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud,

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Lincoln

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Hurt was the nation with a mighty wound,

  And all her ways were filled with clam'rous sound.

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Sonnet XXXVII. To John Greenleaf Whittier.

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

UNBIDDEN to the feast where friends have brought,
To greet thy seventy years, their wreaths of rhyme, —
For that thy form erect such weight of time
Should bear, was never present to my thought, —

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The Progress Of Refinement. Part III.

© Henry James Pye

CONTENTS OF PART III. Introduction.—Comparison of ancient and modern Manners. —Peculiar softness of the latter.—Humanity in War.— Politeness.—Enquiry into the causes.—Purity of the Christian Religion.—Abolition of Slavery in Europe.— Remaining effects of Chivalry.—The behaviour of Edward the Black Prince, after the battle of Poitiers, contrasted with a Roman Triumph.—Tendency of firearms to abate the ferocity of war.—Duelling.—Society of Women.—Consequent prevalence of Love in poetical compositions. —Softness of the modern Drama.—Shakespear admired, but not imitated.—Sentimental Comedy.—Novels. —Diffusion of superficial knowledge.—Prevalence of Gaming in every state of mankind.—Peculiar effect of the universal influence of Cards on modern times.—Luxury.— Enquiry why it does not threaten Europe now, with the fatal consequences it brought on ancient Rome.—Indolence, and Gluttony, checked by the free intercourse with women.—Their dislike to effeminate men.—The frequent wars among the European Nations keep up a martial spirit.—Point of Honor.—Hereditary Nobility.—Peculiar situation of Britain.—Effects of Commerce when carried to excess.—Danger when money becomes the sole distinction. —Address to Men of ancient and noble families.— Address to the Ladies.—The Decline of their influence, a sure fore-runner of selfish Luxury.—Recapitulation and Conclusion.


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Bonny Mary O!

© John Clare

The morning opens fine, bonny Mary O!
  The robin sings his song by the dairy O!
Where the little Jenny wrens cock their tails among the hens,
  Singing morning's happy songs with Mary O!

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Lines To The Memory Of A Very Amiable Young Lady, Who Died At The Age Of Eighteen

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

AT length, departed saint! thy pangs are o'er,
And earthly suff'ring shall be thine no more;
Like some young rose-bud, blighted in its May,
Thy virtues bloom'd, to wither soon away!

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Our Master

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Immortal Love, forever full,
Forever flowing free,
Forever shared, forever whole,
A never-ebbing sea!

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The Hall Of Justice

© George Crabbe

Take, take away thy barbarous hand,
And let me to thy Master speak;
Remit awhile the harsh command,
And hear me, or my heart will break.

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My Land

© Edgar Albert Guest

My land is where the kind folks are,

And where the friends are true,

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'The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 5

© Publius Vergilius Maro

MEANTIME the Trojan cuts his wat’ry way,  

Fix’d on his voyage, thro’ the curling sea;  

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Olney Hymn 19: Contentment

© William Cowper

Fierce passions discompose the mind,
As tempests vex the sea,
But calm, content and peace we find,
When, Lord, we turn to Thee.

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The War After The War

© John Le Gay Brereton

  What shall we say, who, drawing indolent breath,
  Mark the quick pant of those who, full of hate,
  Drive home the steel or loose the shrieking shell,
  Heroes or Huns, who smite the grin of death
  And laugh or curse beneath the blows of fate,
  Swept madly to the thudding heart of hell?