My generation, which came to power at its peak, could have assured itself of 10 peaceful years.

In those peaceful years, without threat of foreign invasion or civil war, there were no city ramparts.

The peaceful years were over, assuming they had ever been.

No, the peaceful years were over, for a long time to come, if not forever.

In the peaceful years which followed the "new town" was built.

In the subsequent peaceful years, the limes lost its temporary character.

In the prosperous and peaceful year of 1913 he was reelected.

To end the great wheel's brutal turn and bring about the dream of ten thousand peaceful years.

Perhaps they simply took these last few peaceful years as relaxation between challenges, a time to walk in parks and raise children.

You can imagine; but in these peaceful years of ours, you cannot know.