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 blast Wails in the key-…

- William Allingham

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 …

- William Allingham

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

- William Allingham

Not like Homer would I write, Not like Dante if I might, Not like Shakespeare at his best, Not like Goethe or the rest, Like myself, however small, L…

- William Allingham

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 civ…

- William Allingham

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

- William Allingham

Solitude is very sad, Too much company twice as bad.

- William Allingham

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…

- William Allingham

Pluck not the wayside flower; It is the traveler's dower.

- William Allingham