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Poem by William Butler Yeats
Peace
AH, that Time could touch a form
That could show what Homer's age
Bred to be a hero's wage.
'Were not all her life but storm
Would not painters paint a form
Of such noble lines,' I said,
'Such a delicate high head,
All that sternness amid charm,
All that sweetness amid strength?'
Ah, but peace that comes at length,
Came when Time had touched her form.
William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats's other poems:- The Pity of Love
- The Lamentation of the Old Pensioner
- The Dedication to a Book of Stories Selected from the Irish Novelists
- To Ireland in the Coming Times
- The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Gerard Hopkins Peace ("When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut") Rupert Brooke Peace ("Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour") Henry Vaughan Peace ("My Soul, there is a country") Robert Anderson Peace ("Now, God be prais'd! we've peace at last") Gerald Massey Peace ("Yes, Peace is beautiful, and I do yearn") Eleanor Farjeon Peace ("I am as awful as my brother War") Robert Bloomfield Peace ("Halt! ye Legions, sheathe your Steel") George Herbert Peace ("SWEET Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave") Sara Teasdale Peace ("PEACE flows into me") Henry Van Dyke Peace ("Two dwellings, Peace, are thine") Charles Sorley Peace ("There is silence in the evening when the long days cease") December 1912Henry Newbolt Peace ("No more to watch by Night's eternal shore") Albery Whitman Peace ("As the raindrop on a flower") David Lawrence Peace ("PEACE is written on the doorstep")
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