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!. — William Allingham Copy Share Image
I have been an "Official" all my life, without the least turn for it. I never could attain a true official manner, which is… — William Allingham Copy Share Image
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… — William Allingham Copy Share Image
“Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men.” — William Allingham Copy Share Image
One who can see without seeming to see-- That's an observer as good as three. — William Allingham Copy Share Image
Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For mother's kiss - sweeter this Than any other thing! — William Allingham Copy Share Image
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night the monitory… — William Allingham Copy Share Image
Poor Paddy of all Christian men I think On basest food pours down the vilest drink. — William Allingham Copy Share Image
Fairies, arouse! Mix with your song Harplet and pipe, Thrilling and clear, Swarm on the boughs! Chant in a throng! Morning is ripe, Waiting… — William Allingham Copy Share Image
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? — William Allingham Copy Share Image
