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
- Владимир Маяковский – Плюшкин
- Lost poem – Alfred Austin
- Aspirations by SAAJIDA GORA
- Poor Fisherman
- Memory As a Hearing Aid by Tony Hoagland
- Низами Гянджеви – Если б радость не лучилась
- Untitled V by Yunus Emre
- Sailing To Byzantium by William Butler Yeats
- On Pedigree. From Epicharmus by William Cowper
- Владимир Высоцкий – Моя клятва (Первый стих)
- Sonnet 91: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill by William Shakespeare
- The Boston Evening Transcript by T. S. Eliot
- Федор Тютчев – К Нисе
- Retake, Union Square poem – Yuyutsu Sharma poems | Poetry Monster
- Of Love and All by Raja Mannar
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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).
