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
- Wisdom in Love by Lutfi Abdallah a.k.a Laso
- Robert Burns: Carle, An The King Come:
- Ah! Sun-Flower by William Blake
- Lost poem – Alfred Austin
- Николай Языков – Разбойники
- London Roses by Willa Cather
- Words Of Love Forevermore by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- Concerning Emperors by Vachel Lindsay
- Владимир Высоцкий – За окном только вьюга, смотри
- The Return by Sara Teasdale
- A Man Young And Old: III. The Mermaid by William Butler Yeats
- The White Pall Of Peace poem – Alfred Austin
- Dejection: An Ode by Samuel Coleridge
- Xai Kou
- Владимир Корнилов – Зачем
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).