Poems with rhymes of truce

Till yonder cloud--Good Hunting!--Loose
The rain that breaks our Water Truce.

And, moist with much Falernian or smoked Massilian juice,
Revenges there the Brass-bound Man his long-enforced truce!

For art and labor met in truce,
For beauty made the bride of use,

Patience and hope had parted truce,
And, sun-like, Love obscured his ray
With dazzling mists, driven up profuse

Musicians ; and dancers take some truce
With these your pleasing labours, for great use

Or dream of greeting, peace, or truce,
With excommunicated Bruce!

In rest or respite, peace or truce.
Sip upon sip of tasteless wine
Is of slight use

But rather to take truce!
How often have I seen you at a bier,
And there look fresh and spruce!

With rocks, and winds, and storms at truce,
And not without a noble use;

There was never a gleam of trust or truce;
In the covert thought of an iron loose,

Frost and murrain and floods let loose
Shall launch us side by side
In the holy wars that have no truce

The coursing veins, the constant breath, the use
Of sleep, declare that strife allows short truce;

And wisdom held with folly truce,
And Nature compromised betwixt
Good fellow and recluse.

'Twixt things and me is quash'd in our new truce;
And nature now dearly with thee endued
No more in shame ponders her old excuse,

Mirth and labor shall hold their truce;
Dance of water and mill of grinding,
Both are beauty and both are use.

There will be no need for truce.
What I propose is not abstruse.

but i was able to talk about the abuse
and in my heart i made a truce

my morale juice
let me bail out
but first, truce

Be of use. Cut a noose.
Make a truce.

Others produce –
Your’s Inspiration,
Peace and not Truce!..