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 Bear, The Fire, And The Snow by Shel Silverstein
- Farewell (II) by Wang Wei
- Станислав Востоков – Стой, кто идёт
- Projector by Shreekumar Varma
- Creativity: The Top 10 Ways to Increase Your Creativity
- Алексей Жемчужников – Забудь их шумное волненье
- The Need To Love
- Ольга Берггольц – Огонь, и воду, и медные трубы
- Upon A House Shaken By The Land Agitation by William Butler Yeats
- The Clasp by Sharon Olds
- The Deserted Garden
- Today by Siegfried Sassoon
- Psalm 03 poem – John Milton poems
- Woman by Manmohan Acharya
- Io v’amo sol perche (I Love You Simply Because) by Torquato Tasso
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).
