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 Challenge: A Court Ballad poem – Alexander Pope
- Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front by Wendell Berry
- True Love by Robert Penn Warren
- To Aziz Song Of Mahomed Akram
- Омар Хайям – Если гурия страстно целует в уста
- К той, что названа Кариной
- Валерий Брюсов – Грустный вечер
- Lines On The Mermaid Tavern poem – John Keats poems
- Ольга Берггольц – Ты в пустыню меня послала
- Юрий Верховский – Зачем, паук, уходишь торопливо
- Николай Карамзин – К самому себе
- The Rendezvous
- Locations and Times. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Маяковский – О патриархе Тихоне
- Think Of It Not, Sweet One poem – John Keats poems
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).
