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
15 random poems
- krishna039s_advice_to_arjuna.html
- The First Part: Sonnet 1 – In my first years, and prime yet not at height by William Drummond
- The Unsound Utterance by Raju Baruah
- Robert Burns: Burlesque Lament For The Absence Of William Creech, Publisher:
- Grandmother’s Teaching poem – Alfred Austin
- Альфред Теннисон – Годива
- Come From The Daisied Meadows by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Владимир Маяковский – В России голод… (Главполитпросвет № 236)
- London Poets poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Botanically by Satish Verma
- Jacke-On-Both-Sides by William Strode
- Love Flower
- Ольга Берггольц – Ты в пустыню меня послала
- From Marinero en tierra by Rafael Alberti
- A Song: When June is Past, the Fading Rose by Thomas Carew
Some external links:
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).
