Again arrives that holy day,
As Earth its yearly circuits makes;
That much revered St Patrick’s Day
That day of days which e’er awakes
Within each heart of Irish race.
A Christian thought- a loving thrill:
When kindled memories kindly trace
Some verdant vale; some shamrocked hill,
From which the thinker had to roam
Upon this rugged earth’s highway
That day of days for Irishmen
With blessed traditions comes again
All hail! St Patrick’s Day.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Василий Жуковский – Мина
- Владимир Маяковский – Третий вывоз
- Scum Of The Earth by Shel Silverstein
- Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is by William Shakespeare
- Give Me Back My Rags #12 by Vasko Popa
- To The Small Celandine by William Wordsworth
- Sonnet Of Motherhood XL poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Чехарда в палате… (РОСТА №881)
- Владимир Британишский – От низменного к неземному
- On Teaching The Young by Yvor Winters
- Why Do All Good Things Come To An End? by Michael Yuan
- On Receiving Hayley’s Picture by William Cowper
- The joyful things in life by Martin Smith
- Goblins Of The Steppes poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Николай Языков – А. А. Елагину (Была прекрасна, весела…)
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).
