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
- Passion makes the old medicine new: by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Be With Those Who Help Your Being by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Владимир Маяковский – Стих как бы шофера
- In Effigiem Oliveri Cromwell poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- The Merman poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Keen, Fitful Gusts are Whisp’ring Here and There poem – John Keats poems
- Ghosts by Martina Reisz Newberry
- On the Idle Hill of Summer by A. E. Housman
- Ольга Седакова – Неужели, Мария, только рамы скрипят
- Ireland. by Sidney Lanier
- The Man In The Bowler Hat
- Владимир Вологдин – Не играйте, мальчики, в войну
- Ballad of the Army Carts by Tu Fu
- The First Wife
- Un Chien Andalou (An Andalusian Dog) poem – A. Van Jordan poems
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).
