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
- Far Within Us #4 by Vasko Popa
- Огюст Барбье – Жертвы
- Astigmatism by Satish Verma
- On the Death of John M’Leod, Esq. by Robert Burns
- Владимир Корнилов – Слепец
- The Ivy by William Barnes
- As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontario’s Shores. by Walt Whitman
- The Colored Balloon by Mike Yuan
- Labyrinth by Sera Jacob
- Homosexuality by Spencer Reece
- That Light by Paul Hostovsky
- The Neäme Letters by William Barnes
- Herodotus in Egypt Remeber Delos by Ruth Padel
- Heart of God by Vachel Lindsay
- Love Poem by Aditya Kumar
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).
