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
- Paudeen by William Butler Yeats
- Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton by T. S. Eliot
- Кондратий Рылеев – Князю Смоленскому
- Autum by T.S. Hulme
- In The New Sun by Philip Levine
- THE MOSAIC by Satish Verma
- Tommy by Rudyard Kipling
- Your Eyes by Omair Bhat
- Вера Полозкова – Францу Кафке
- minimalism_and_the_elm_choka.html
- A Strange Gentlewoman Passing By His Window by William Strode
- Такахама Кёси – Неспешно ступает
- Николай Гумилев – О, если я весь мир постиг
- The Princess: A Medley: As thro’ the land poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- In the Park by Maxine Kumin
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).
