The Gallant Irish yeoman
Home from the war has come
Each victory gained o’er foeman
Why should our bards be dumb.
How shall we sing their praises
Our glory in their deeds
Renowned their worth amazes
Empire their prowess needs.
So to Old Ireland’s hearts and homes
We welcome now our own brave boys
In cot and Hall; neath lordly domes
Love’s heroes share once more our joys.
Love is the Lord of all just now
Be he the husband, lover, son,
Each dauntless soul recalls the vow
By which not fame, but love was won.
United now in fond embrace
Salute with joy each well-loved face
Yeoman: in women’s hearts you hold the place.
End of the poem
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- Destiny poem – Zubair Ahmad Parray poems | Poetry Monster
- Follow Me ‘ome by Rudyard Kipling
- Berket And The Stars by William Carlos Williams
- Николай Гумилев – За стенами старого аббатства
- it flows by Raj Arumugam
- tomorrow is already past… by Steve Troyanovich
- Ольга Берггольц – Феодосия
- Вера Полозкова – Для неровного счета
- Secrets of Academic Success: Passion
- In Darkness poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Маяковский – Вперед, комсомольцы
- Mowgli’s Song Against People by Rudyard Kipling
- A Schoolyard Shame by Ryan Isaacson
- The Conditional
- Exposed On The Cliffs Of The Heart by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
