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
- Василий Жуковский – Библия
- From the Mountain by Wang Wei
- Джон Китс – Два-три букета и две-три коробки
- The White Peacock by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Владимир Маяковский – Эй, товарищ! Если ты пришел на Сухаревку… (РОСТА №262)
- They won’t Know by Rifat Ilgaz
- Trio Of Love Songs by Sylvia Plath
- Presences by William Butler Yeats
- The Boston Athenaeum poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Beauty by Tony Hoagland
- Федор Сологуб – Круг начертан, и Сивилла
- On Being A Householder
- The Heart Of The Woman by William Butler Yeats
- Rubber Souls poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
- Николай Языков – Пловец (Воют волны, скачут волны)
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).
