peace (n.)
- accord
- accordance
- affinity
- agape
- agreement
- amity
- armistice
- arrangement
- array
- assent
- ataraxia
- calm
- calmness
- cease-fire
- charity
- chorus
- coherence
- coincidence
- commodiousness
- communion
- community
- compatibility
- composure
- concert
- concord
- concordance
- conformance
- conformation
- conformity
- congeniality
- congruence
- congruity
- consistency
- consonance
- consort
- contemplation
- convenience
- cooperation
- correspondence
- coziness
- dead
- deployment
- disposal
- disposition
- easiness
- empathy
- equivalence
- esprit
- fellowship
- formation
- friendliness
- harmoniousness
- harmony
- homeliness
- hospitality
- hush
- identity
- imperturbability
- inaudibility
- intersection
- kinship
- layout
- lineup
- love
- lull
- luxuriousness
- mum
- mutuality
- nirvana
- noiselessness
- oneness
- order
- organization
- overlap
- pacification
- parallelism
- peaceableness
- peacefulness
- peacetime
- placidity
- placidness
- proportion
- quiescence
- quiescency
- quiet
- quietism
- quietness
- quietude
- rapport
- rapprochement
- reciprocity
- regularity
- repose
- rest
- restfulness
- roominess
- routine
- satori
- serenity
- setup
- sharing
- silence
- sleep
- slumber
- snugness
- softness
- solidarity
- soundlessness
- stand-down
- still
- stillness
- structure
- symmetry
- sympathy
- symphony
- sync
- synchronism
- system
- taciturnity
- tally
- timing
- tranquillity
- truce
- understanding
- uniformity
- union
- unison
- unity
- warmness
peace (v.)
peace (adj.)
And raw in fields the rude militia swarms,
Mouths without hands; maintain'd at vast expense,
In peace a charge, in war a weak defence;
Stout once a month they march, a blustering band,
And ever but in times of need at hand.
A peace above all earthly dignities,
A still and quiet conscience.
Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.
Equal and exact justice to all men, of whatever state or persuasion, religious or political; peace, commerce, and honest friendship with all nations,—entangling alliances with none; the support of the State governments in all their rights, as the most competent administrations for our domestic concerns, and the surest bulwarks against anti-republican tendencies; the preservation of the general government in its whole constitutional vigour, as the sheet anchor of our peace at home and safety abroad; . . . . freedom of religion; freedom of the press; freedom of person under the protection of the habeas corpus; and trial by juries impartially selected,—these principles form the bright constellation which has gone before us, and guided our steps through an age of revolution and reformation.
Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense,
Lie in three words,—health, peace, and competence.
From toil he wins his spirits light,
From busy day the peaceful night;
Rich, from the very want of wealth,
In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.
And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet,
Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.
Where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all.
Mercy and truth are met together; righteousness and peace have kissed each other.
The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled.
There's but the twinkling of a star
Between a man of peace and war.
"War," says Machiavel, "ought to be the only study of a prince;" and by a prince he means every sort of state, however constituted. "He ought," says this great political doctor, "to consider peace only as a breathing-time, which gives him leisure to contrive, and furnishes ability to execute military plans." A meditation on the conduct of political societies made old Hobbes imagine that war was the state of nature.
Peace be within thy walls, and prosperity within thy palaces.
It was the calm and silent night!
Seven hundred years and fifty-three
Had Rome been growing up to might,
And now was queen of land and sea.
No sound was heard of clashing wars,
Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain;
Apollo, Pallas, Jove, and Mars
Held undisturbed their ancient reign
In the solemn midnight,
Centuries ago.
The cankers of a calm world and a long peace.
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell,
Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace.
To the memory of the Man, first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen.
Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise.
Let him now speak, or else hereafter for ever hold his peace.
Sir Henry Wotton was a most dear lover and a frequent practiser of the Art of Angling; of which he would say, "'T was an employment for his idle time, which was then not idly spent, a rest to his mind, a cheerer of his spirits, a diverter of sadness, a calmer of unquiet thoughts, a moderator of passions, a procurer of contentedness;" and "that it begat habits of peace and patience in those that professed and practised it."
Peace hath her victories
No less renown'd than war.
That it shall hold companionship in peace
With honour, as in war.
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.
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell,
Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
The inglorious arts of peace.
Truth is its [justice's] handmaid, freedom is its child, peace is its companion, safety walks in its steps, victory follows in its train; it is the brightest emanation from the Gospel; it is the attribute of God.
War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.
Rock'd in the cradle of the deep,
I lay me down in peace to sleep.
Let us have peace.
There, take (says Justice), take ye each a shell:
We thrive at Westminster on fools like you;
'T was a fat oyster,—live in peace,—adieu.
"There, take," says Justice, "take ye each a shell;
We thrive at Westminster on fools like you.
'T was a fat oyster! live in peace,—adieu."
He makes a solitude, and calls it—peace!
They make solitude, which they call peace.
There's but the twinkling of a star
Between a man of peace and war.
To be prepared for war is one of the most effectual means of preserving peace.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger:
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
There never was a good war or a bad peace.
There is no peace, saith the Lord, unto the wicked.
Nor peace nor ease the heart can know
Which, like the needle true,
Turns at the touch of joy or woe,
But turning, trembles too.
The peace of God, which passeth all understanding.
'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there,
Which sought through the world is ne'er met with elsewhere.
An exile from home splendour dazzles in vain,
Oh give me my lowly thatched cottage again;
The birds singing gayly, that came at my call,
Give me them, and that peace of mind dearer than all.
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
"War," says Machiavel, "ought to be the only study of a prince;" and by a prince he means every sort of state, however constituted. "He ought," says this great political doctor, "to consider peace only as a breathing-time, which gives him leisure to contrive, and furnishes ability to execute military plans." A meditation on the conduct of political societies made old Hobbes imagine that war was the state of nature.
In peace, as a wise man, he should make suitable preparation for war.
We should provide in peace what we need in war.
Mercy and truth are met together; righteousness and peace have kissed each other.
He gave his honours to the world again,
His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!
Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors,
My very noble and approv'd good masters,
That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,
It is most true; true, I have married her:
The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech,
And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace:
For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith,
Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used
Their dearest action in the tented field,
And little of this great world can I speak,
More than pertains to feats of broil and battle,
And therefore little shall I grace my cause
In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver
Of my whole course of love.
Soft peace she brings; wherever she arrives
She builds our quiet as she forms our lives;
Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even,
And opens in each heart a little heaven.
The meteor flag of England
Shall yet terrific burn,
Till danger's troubled night depart,
And the star of peace return.
The empire is peace.
The commonwealth of Venice in their armoury have this inscription: "Happy is that city which in time of peace thinks of war."
Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace!
I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd
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."
Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave;
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well:
Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison,
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further.
It hath been said that an unjust peace is to be preferred before a
just war.—
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Uproar the universal peace, confound
All unity on earth.
Insatiate archer! could not one suffice?
Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain;
And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
To leave this keen encounter of our wits.
Peace, peace; when there is no peace.
Hail, Columbia! happy land!
Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band!
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,
And when the storm of war was gone,
Enjoyed the peace your valor won.
Let independence be our boast,
Ever mindful what it cost;
Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altar reach the skies!
