William Allingham Quotes

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Mary kept the belt of love, and oh, but she was gay!
She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.

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Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

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If any foes of mine are there, I pardon every one: I hope that man and womankind will do the same by me.

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A man who keeps a diary pays, Due toll to many tedious days; But life becomes eventful—then, His busy hand forgets the pen. Most books, indeed, are records less Of fulness than of emptiness.

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Soul's Castle fell at one blast of temptation, But many a worm had pierced the foundation.

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Fairies, arouse! Mix with your song Harplet and pipe, Thrilling and clear, Swarm on the boughs! Chant in a throng! Morning is ripe, Waiting to hear.

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The trees are Indian Princes, But soon they'll turn to Ghosts; The scanty pears and apples Hang russet on the bough; Its Autumn, Autumn, Autumn late, 'Twill soon be Winter now. Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! And what will this poor Robin do? For pinching days are near.

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I believe in Success,
And in Comfort no less
I believe all the rest is but patter.

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I have been an "Official" all my life, without the least turn for it. I never could attain a true official manner, which is highly artificial and handles trifles with ludicrously disproportionate gravity.

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Yet dearer still that Irish hill than all the world beside;
It's home, sweet home, where'er I roam, through lands and waterswide.

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Ring-ting! I wish I were a primrose, A bright yellow primrose blowing in the spring! The stooping boughs above me, The wandering bee to love me, The fern and moss to creep across, And the elm-tree for our king!

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O Spirit of the Summertime! Bring back the roses to the dells; The swallow from her distant clime, The honey-bee from drowsy cells. Bring back the friendship of the sun; The gilded evenings, calm and late, When merry children homeward run, And peeping stars bid lovers wait. Bring back the singing; and the scent Of meadowlands at dewy prime;- Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summertime!

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Winds and waters keep
A hush more dead than any sleep.

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Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring
Lies open, writ in blossoms.

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No funeral gloom, my dears, when I am gone,
corpse-gazing, tears, black raiment, graveyard grimness.
Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness,
yours still, you mine.
Remember all the best of our past moments,
and forget the rest;
and so to where I wait, come gently on.

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Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For mother's kiss - sweeter this
Than any other thing!

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Scarcely a tear to shed;
Hardly a word to say;
The end of a Summer's day;
Sweet Love is dead.

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Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting,
For fear of little men.

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Oh, bring again my heart's content,
Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!

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Four ducks on a pond,
A grass bank beyond,
A blue sky of spring,
White clouds on the wing;
What a little thing To remember for years —
To remember with tears!

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I always get back to the question, is it really necessary that men should consume so much of their bodily and mental energies in the machinery of civilized life? The world seems to me to do much of its toil for that which is not in any sense bread. Again, does not the latent feeling that much of their striving is to no purpose tend to infuse large quantities of sham into men's work?

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Out of the city, far away
With spring today!
Where copses tufted with primrose
Give me repose,
Wood-sorrel and wild violet
Soothe my soul's fret.

William Allingham