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
- Landowners by Sylvia Plath
- Happy Teacher’s Day by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- Олег Бундур – Вовка дразнит Свету
- Love’s Wisdom poem – Alfred Austin
- Mushrooms by Rina Ferrarelli
- All Things Will Die poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Meadowsweet by William Allingham
- The Leather Suitcase by Tom Berman
- After Hearing a Waltz poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Be Lost In The Call by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Ольга Берггольц – Мне не поведать о моей утрате
- Алексей Жемчужников – Причина разногласия
- Starlight
- Private Ground by Sylvia Plath
- A Twilight Song poem – Alfred Austin
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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).
