John Keats

Sonnet On Peace

O Peace! and dost thou with thy presence bless The dwellings of this war-surrounded Isle; Soothing with placid brow our late distress, Making the triple kingdom brightly smile? Joyful I hail thy presence; and I hail The sweet companions that await on thee; Complete my joy let not my first wish fail, Let the sweet mountain nymph thy favourite be, With England’s happiness proclaim Europa’s Liberty. O Europe! let not sceptred tyrants see That thou must shelter in thy former state; Keep thy chains burst, and boldly say thou art free; Give thy kings law leave not uncurbed the great ; So with the horrors past thou’lt win thy happier fate!

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