William Allingham
William Allingham was an Irish man of letters and poet.
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- Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting,
For fear of little men.- Poem: The Fairies
- 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Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness,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.- Poem: No funeral gloom - part of funeral of actress Ellen Terry 1928
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- Winds and waters keep
A hush more dead than any sleep.- Ruined Chapel.
- Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.- Autumnal Sonnet.
- Autumn's the mellow time.
- The Winter Pear.
- Oh, bring again my heart's content,
Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!- Song.
- Scarcely a tear to shed;
Hardly a word to say;
The end of a Summer's day;
Sweet Love is dead.- An Evening.
- Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring
Lies open, writ in blossoms.- Daffodil.
- 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.- Lovely Mary Donnelly.