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
- The Bonny Hind poem – Andrew Lang poems
- A Draught Of Sunshine poem – John Keats poems
- Федор Тютчев – Как неожиданно и ярко
- Ольга Седакова – Вода-крестьянка
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Памяти Александра Цатуриана
- Анатолий Жигулин – Москва
- Яков Полонский – Орел и голубка
- Nick And The Candlestick by Sylvia Plath
- The Bombardment poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Robert Burns: The Parting Kiss:
- A King’s Soliloquy [On the Night of His Funeral] by Thomas Hardy
- O Living Always—Always Dying. by Walt Whitman
- Наум Коржавин – Иль впрямь я разлюбил свою страну?
- Константин Бальмонт – Мост
- Decalogue poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
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).
