Again arrives that holy day,
As Earth its yearly circuits makes;
That much revered St Patrick’s Day
That day of days which e’er awakes
Within each heart of Irish race.
A Christian thought- a loving thrill:
When kindled memories kindly trace
Some verdant vale; some shamrocked hill,
From which the thinker had to roam
Upon this rugged earth’s highway
That day of days for Irishmen
With blessed traditions comes again
All hail! St Patrick’s Day.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Dockery And Son by Philip Larkin
- To The Hills
- Альфред де Мюссе – Прости
- Олег Бундур – Сломанное дерево
- Some Say by Mark Miller
- The Chinese Nightingale by Vachel Lindsay
- Robert Burns: Awa’ Whigs, Awa’:
- Владимир Степанов – Кто хозяин
- The Commitment by Rob Leatherman Sr.
- The Wanderer
- Alba poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Низами Гянджеви – Другим знавала ты меня
- Isabella or The Pot of Basil poem – John Keats poems
- Ode, Sacred to the Memory of Mrs. Oswald of Auchencruive by Robert Burns
- Аля Кудряшева – Ночное
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).
