peacelessly

comparative more peacelessly · superlative most peacelessly

1. In a peaceless manner.

   Brooklet, gushing ceaselessly; / Mill-wheels, rushing peacelessly; / All ye merry wood-birds, ye / Gay and free, / Stop your joyful melody!

   1877 February 8, Wilhelm Mueller, “Mine”, in D. B. Ainger, editor, The Bryan Press, volume XXII, number 33, Bryan, Oh., front page, column 4

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   Slowly but ceaselessly / Holy or peacelessly / Go we on ever, / Fate weaving shrouds for us / Waiting with clouds for us, / On Death’s dark river.

   1845 September 20, Augustus Snodgrass [pseudonym], “From the New York Tribune. The Organ.”, in Boon’s Lick Times, volume 6, number 28, Fayette, Mo., page [4], column 1

   The Rev. Jacob Bradley denies that he ever threatened to mob the Rev. T. J. Shores because of his Liberalism. He says he regards it the “spacious duty of the gospel to live peacelessly as they can among other minstrels—that it is entirely indifferous to him whether Shores votes for the Literals or the publicans—every man in the country has the inhesive right to promulgicate any sediments that suits his intellectuosity. Who can say that Jacob’s head is not level?—[Cairo Gazette.

   1872 October 24, J. M. Macon, R. D. Shropshire, editors, Eufaula Weekly Times, volume IV, number 26, Eufaula, Ala., front page, column 2

   “[…] All other agony / I’ll bear unmurmuring, but save me this!” / So pleaded Judas in the forest depths; / But, since that moment, now long decades gone, / The soul of Judas wanders peacelessly / Throughout the baseless realms of boundless space.

   1894, Louis H. Victory, “The Soul of Judas. A Dream of Punishment.”, in W[illiam] J. Paul, compiler, Modern Irish Poets, Belfast: […] The Belfast Steam-Printing Co., […], page 13

   He could not stand passively by in wooden indifference to Shiona, nor to her people, nor could he ignore his conscience which tugged peacelessly at him.

   1994, John Lister-Kaye, chapter 23, in One for Sorrow, Nairn: Balnain Books, →ISBN, page 202

   He is unusual in that his intolerance and his pureness of vision haven’t made him into boot-boy, a Tory or a fascist. He is the opposite of these things; is ceaselessly, peacelessly contrary.

   1994, Nicola Barker, chapter 5, in Reversed Forecast, London: Fourth Estate, published 2011, →ISBN, page 23