Peace poems

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Cooper's Hill (1642)

© Sir John Denham

Sure we have poets that did never dreamUpon Parnassus, nor did taste the streamOf Helicon, and therefore I supposeThose made not poets, but the poets those

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A Ballad of a Nun

© John Davidson

From Eastertide to Eastertide For ten long years her patient kneesEngraved the stones--the fittest bride Of Christ in all the diocese.

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The Civil Wars between the Two Houses of Lancaster and York

© Samuel Daniel

The swift approach and unexpected speedThe king had made upon this new-rais'd force,In the unconfirmed troops, much fear did breed,Untimely hind'ring their intended course

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Non Nobis, Domine

© Cust Henry

Not unto us, O Lord,Not unto us the rapture of the day,The peace of night, or love's divine surprise,High heart, high speech, high deeds, 'mid honouring eyesFor at Thy wordAll these are taken away.

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True Confessions Variations

© Crosbie Lynn

Ysidro calls me at night, meeya carra

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Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

Part IA silver ring that he had beaten outFrom that same sacred coin--first well-priz'd wageFor boyish labour, kept thro' many years

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The Task: from Book IV: The Winter Evening

© William Cowper

Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge,That with its wearisome but needful lengthBestrides the wintry flood, in which the moonSees her unwrinkled face reflected bright,He comes, the herald of a noisy world,With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks;News from all nations lumb'ring at his back

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Rhymed Proverbs

© Colombo John Robert

Give and spend,And God will send.

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The Passions

© William Taylor Collins

When Music, heav'nly maid, was young,While yet in early Greece she sung,The Passions oft, to hear her shell,Throng'd around her magic cell,Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting,Possest beyond the Muse's painting;By turns they felt the glowing mindDisturb'd, delighted, rais'd, refin'd:Till once, 'tis said, when all were fir'd,Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspir'd,From the supporting myrtles roundThey snatch'd her instruments of sound;And as they oft had heard apartSweet lessons of her forceful art,Each, for madness rul'd the hour,Would prove his own expressive pow'r

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Lyrical Ballads (1798)

© William Wordsworth

LYRICAL BALLADS,WITHA FEW OTHER POEMS.

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Night among the Thousand Islands

© Coleman Helena Jane

Mysterious falls the moon's transforming light On lichen-covered rock and granite wall,Comes piercing through the hollows of the night The loon's weird, plaintive call.

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The Lament of the Forest

© Cole Thomas

In joyous Summer, when the exulting earthFlung fragrance from innumerable flowersThrough the wide wastes of heaven, as on she tookIn solitude her everlasting way,I stood among the mountain heights, alone!The beauteous mountains, which the voyagerOn Hudson's breast far in the purple westMagnificent, beholds; the abutments broadWhence springs the immeasurable dome of heaven

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The Triumph of Love

© Govinda Krishna Chettur

Dearest, and yet more dear than I can tell In these poor halting rhymes, when, word by word, You spell the passion that your beauty stirredSwiftly to flame, and holds me as a spell,You will not think he writeth "ill" or "well", Nor question make of the fond truths averred, But Love, of that, by Love's self charactered, A perfect understanding shall impel

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Upon a Quiet Conscience

© Charles I king of Great Britain

Close thine eyes and sleep secure,Thy soul is safe, thy body sure;He that guards thee, he that keeps,Never slumbers, never sleeps

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The Firing Party

© Caudwell Christopher

I shall not see them sweating at that task:It was too much of any man to ask;The death that gets you certain, soon or late;Meanwhile the mess, the mud, the noise, the hate

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A Wife’s Protest

© Ada Cambridge

##. From child to girl I grew,And thought no thought, and heard no word That was not pure and true.

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Hudibras: Part I

© Samuel Butler

THE ARGUMENT OF THE FIRST CANTO