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Peace
© Robert Laurence Binyon
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Lovely word flying like a bird across the narrow seas,
When winter is over and songs are in the skies,
Peace, with the colour of the dawn upon the name of her,
Prayer At Sunrise
© James Weldon Johnson
O mighty, powerful, dark-dispelling sun,
Now thou art risen, and thy day begun.
How shrink the shrouding mists before thy face,
As up thou spring'st to thy diurnal race!
Pleasure's Signs
© Edgar Albert Guest
There's a bump on his brow and a smear on his cheek
That is plainly the stain of his tears;
Pillbox
© Edmund Blunden
Just see whats happening Worley! Worley rose
And round the angled doorway thrust his nose
Polarities
© Kenneth Slessor
SOMETIMES she is like sherry, like the sun through a vessel of glass,
Like light through an oriel window in a room of yellow wood;
Sometimes she is the colour of lions, of sand in the fire of noon,
Sometimes as bruised with shadows as the afternoon.
Pelasgian And Cyclopean Walls
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Ye cliffs of masonry, enormous piles,
Which no rude censure of familiar Time
Nor record of our puny race defiles,
In dateless mystery ye stand sublime,
Memorials of an age of which we see
Only the types in things that once were Ye.
Praise the Lord, God's Glories Show
© Henry Francis Lyte
Praise the Lord, Gods glories show, Alleluia!
Saints within Gods courts below, Alleluia!
Angels round the throne above, Alleluia!
All that see and share Gods love, Alleluia!
Presence
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
BY a sense of Presence, keenly dear,
I, who thought her distant,
Knew her near.
Pole-Vellum, Cornwall
© William Lisle Bowles
A PICTURESQUE COTTAGE AND GROUNDS BELONGING TO J. LEMON, ESQ.
Stranger! mark this lovely scene,
Psalm CXXXVIII "By the rivers of Babylon."
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
WE sat us down and wept,
Where Babel's waters slept,
And we thought of home and Zion as a long-gone, happy dream;
We hung our harps in air
On the willow boughs, which there,
Gloomy as round a sepulchre, were drooping o'er the stream.
Parody of a Translation from the Medea of Euripides
© Samuel Johnson
Ere shall they not, who resolute explore
Times gloomy backward with judicious eyes;
And scanning right the practice of yore,
Shall deem our hoar progenitors unwise.
Peace. A Study
© Charles Stuart Calverley
He stood, a worn-out City clerk -
Who'd toil'd, and seen no holiday,
Prologue To Mallet's Mustapha
© James Thomson
Since Athens first began to draw mankind,
To picture life, and show the impassion'd mind;
The truly wise have ever deem'd the stage
The moral school of each enlighten'd age.
Pieter Marinus
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
So, when my time comes, send no angels down
With lutes, and harps, and foreign instruments,
To pipe old Pieter's spirit up to heaven
Past his tall namesake sturdy at his post.
Parting
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
If thou dost bid thy friend farewell,
But for one night though that farewell may be,
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;
Poetry
© George Meredith
Grey with all honours of age! but fresh-featured and ruddy
As dawn when the drowsy farm-yard has thrice heard Chaunticlere.
Tender to tearfulness-childlike, and manly, and motherly;
Here beats true English blood richest joyance on sweet English ground.
