Peace: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
This hand, to tyrants ever sworn the foe, For freedom only deals the deadly blow; Then sheathes in calm repose the vengeful blade, For gentle peace in freedom's hallowed shade.— JOHN QUINCY ADAMS — Written in an
Album. The fiercest agonies have shortest reign; And after dreams of horror, comes again The welcome morning with its rays of peace.— BRYANT — Mutation. L. 4.
The trenchant blade Toledo trusty, For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into itself for lack Of somebody to hew and hack. C.— BUTLER — Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto I. L. 359.
Mark! where his carnage and his conquests cease, He makes a solitude and calls it-peace!— BYRON — Bride of Abydos. Canto II. St. 20.
The gentleman [Josiah Quincy] cannot have forgotten his own sentiment, uttered even on the floor of this House, "Peaceably if we can, forcibly if we must."— HENRY CLAY — Speech. On the New
Army Bill. 1813. Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind.— COLLINS — Eclogue II. Hassan. L. 68.
O for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade; Where rumor of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.— COWPER — The Task, Bk. II. L. 1.
Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles.— EMERSON — Essays. Of Self-Reliance.
Breathe soft, ye winds! ye waves, in silence sleep!— GAY — To a Lady. Ep. I. L. 17.
Let us have peace.— U. S. GRANT — Accepting Nomination.
May 20, 1868. So peaceful shalt thou end thy blissful days, And steal thyself from life by slow decays.— HOMER — Odyssey. Bk. XI. L. 164.
Pope's trans. O for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees, and sparkling with a brook.— LEIGH HUNT — Politics and Poetics.
We love peace as we abhor pusillanimity; but not peace at any price. There is a peace more destructive of the manhood of living man than war is destructive of his material body. Chains are worse than bayonets.— DOUGLAS JERROLD — Jerrold's Wit.
Peace. The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled.— KEATS — Hyperion. Bk. II.
Buried was the bloody hatchet; Buried was the dreadful war-club; Buried were all warlike weapons, And the war-cry was forgotten. Then was peace among the nations.— LONGFELLOW — Hiawatha. Pt. XIII. L. 7.
Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.— LONGFELLOW — The Arsenal at
Springfield. In the inglorious arts of peace.— ANDREW MARVELL — Upon Cromwell's
Return from Ireland. Peace hath her victories, No less renowned than war.— MILTON — Sonnet. To the Lord General
Cromwell. How calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone.— S. MOORE — Lalla Rookh. The Fire Worshippers. Pt. III. St. 7.
I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, And I said, "If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here."— MOORE — Ballad Stanzas.
The Empire means peace.— LOUIS NAPOLEON — Speech to the
Chamber of Commerce in Bordeaux, Oct. 9, 1852. See B. JERROLD'S Life of Louis Napoleon. For peace do not hope; to be just you must break it. Still work for the minute and not for the year.— JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY — Rules of the
Road. His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, And lover's sonnets turn'd to holy psalms; A man at arms must now serve on his knees, And feed on prayers, which are his age's alms.— GEO. PEELE — Sonnet ad fin.
Polyhymnia. An equal doom clipp'd Time's blest wings of peace.— PETRARCH — To Laura in Death. Sonnet XLVIII. L. 18.
People are always expecting to get peace in heaven: but you know whatever peace they get there will be ready-made. Whatever making of peace they can be blest for, must be on the earth here.— RUSKIN — The Eagle's Nest. Lecture IX.
And for the peace of you I hold such strife As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.— Shakespeare — Sonnet LXXV.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; For then both parties nobly are subdued, And neither party loser.— Shakespeare — Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 89.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility.— Shakespeare — Henry V. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 3.
Peace, Dear nurse of arts, plenties and joyful births.— Shakespeare — Henry V. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 34.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues.— Shakespeare — Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 445.
To reap the harvest of perpetual peace, By this one bloody trial of sharp war.— Shakespeare — Richard III. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 15.
Let the bugles sound the Truce of God to the whole world forever.— CHARLES SUMNER — Oration on the
True Grandeur of Nations. Peace the offspring is of Power.— BAYARD TAYLOR — A Thousand Years.
No more shall *** Peace Pipe on her pastoral hillock a languid note, And watch her harvest ripen.— TENNYSON — Maud. St. 28.
As on the Sea of Galilee, The Christ is whispering "Peace."— WHITTIER — The Tent on the Beach.
Kallundborg Church. Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.— YOUNG — Night Thoughts. Night V. L. 1,058.
PEN (THE). Art thou a pen, whose task shall be To drown in ink What writers think? Oh, wisely write, That pages white Be not the worse for ink and thee.— ETHEL LYNN BEERS — The Gold Nugget.
Cedant arma togæ. War leads to peace.— CICERO — De Officiis. I. 22.
Mars gravior sub pace latet. A severe war lurks under the show of peace.— CLAUDIANUS — De Sexto Consulatu
Honorii Augusti Panegyris. 307 Nec sidera pacem Semper habent. Nor is heaven always at peace.— CLAUDIANUS — De Bello Getico. LXII.
Sævis inter se convenit ursis. Savage bears keep at peace with one another.— JUVENAL — Satire. XV. 164.
Candida pax homines, trux decet ira feras. Fair peace becomes men; ferocious anger belongs to beasts.— OVID — Ars Amatoria. III. 502.
Auferre, trucidare, rapere, falsis nominibus imperium, atque, ubi solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant. To rob, to ravage, to murder, in their imposing language, are the arts of civil policy. When they have made the world a solitude, they call it peace.— TACITUS — Agricola. XXX.
Miseram pacem vel bello bene mutari. A peace may be so wretched as not to be ill exchanged for war.— TACITUS — Annales. III. 44.
L'empire, c'est la paix. The empire is peace.— NAPOLEON III — At Bordeaux. Oct. 9,
1852. Die Ruhe eines Kirchhofs! The churchyard's peace.— SCHILLER — Don Carlos. III. 10. 220.
Es kann der Frömmste nicht im Frieden bleiben, Wenn es dem bösen Nachbar nicht gefällt. The most pious may not live in peace, if it does not please his wicked neighbor.— SCHILLER — Wilhelm Tell. IV. 3. 124.