Verses by John Frederick Bryant late tobacco-pipe maker at Bristol. Together with his life, written by himself |
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On the Approach of PEACE. |
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On the Approach of PEACE.
Long the trumpet breath'd alarms;
Long the drum had beat to arms:
Long has sung the martial muse,
Fame supplying hostile news.
But now the martial song shall cease;
And ev'ry voice shall welcome Peace.
Long the drum had beat to arms:
Long has sung the martial muse,
Fame supplying hostile news.
But now the martial song shall cease;
And ev'ry voice shall welcome Peace.
Peace! thou lovely virgin! hail!
Peace! that loves the rural vale:
Peace! that loves to haunt the grove,
While the shepherd sings of love.
Bid the martial trumpet cease;
Vales and groves shall echo, Peace!
Peace, that loves to rove serene,
Where, with weeping willows green;
Where, with reeds and daffodils,
Pleasing Melancholy dwells,
List'ning to the winding stream,
Oft the sylvan poet's theme;
While the soft, the gentle breeze,
Fragrant breathes, and whispers Peace!
Peace! that loves the rural vale:
Peace! that loves to haunt the grove,
While the shepherd sings of love.
Bid the martial trumpet cease;
Vales and groves shall echo, Peace!
Peace, that loves to rove serene,
Where, with weeping willows green;
Where, with reeds and daffodils,
Pleasing Melancholy dwells,
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Oft the sylvan poet's theme;
While the soft, the gentle breeze,
Fragrant breathes, and whispers Peace!
Hail! again, sweet virgin, hail!
All thy gentle charms unveil.
Lo! the nations court thy smile;
Then welcome to the British Isle,
Where the song of war shall cease,
While our voices welcome Peace.
All thy gentle charms unveil.
Lo! the nations court thy smile;
Then welcome to the British Isle,
Where the song of war shall cease,
While our voices welcome Peace.
See! the Goddess now descends;
Hostile nations now are friends:
Now her olive-branch she waves,
Party flies to midnight caves;
Lurking Envy hides her head;
Discord seeks th'infernal shade.
Wild disorder now shall cease,
Hush'd by Harmony to Peace.
Hostile nations now are friends:
Now her olive-branch she waves,
Party flies to midnight caves;
Lurking Envy hides her head;
Discord seeks th'infernal shade.
Wild disorder now shall cease,
Hush'd by Harmony to Peace.
See where dire Bellona flies!
Tracks of gore besmear the skies.
Clouds arise, and tempests howl;
Lightnings blaze, and thunders roll.
But the Fury disappears,
And the scene to brightness clears;
And, to bid the tumult cease,
Fame's loud trumpet sounds to Peace.
Tracks of gore besmear the skies.
Clouds arise, and tempests howl;
Lightnings blaze, and thunders roll.
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And the scene to brightness clears;
And, to bid the tumult cease,
Fame's loud trumpet sounds to Peace.
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