William Allingham Quotes

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

William Allingham

#2. 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.

William Allingham

#3. 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

#4. 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.

William Allingham

#5. 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,
Like myself, or not at all.

William Allingham

#6. She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.

William Allingham

#7. Bare twigs in April enhance our pleasure; We know the good time is yet to come ... Bare twigs in Autumn are signs for sadness; We feel the good time is well-nigh past.

William Allingham

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

William Allingham

#9. One who can see without seeming to see
That's an observer as good as three.

William Allingham

#10. 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

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

William Allingham

#12. 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.

William Allingham

#13. The mother's kiss is the sweetest thing ever.

William Allingham

#14. Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!

William Allingham

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

William Allingham

#16. By the craggy hill-side,
Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn-trees
For pleasure here and there.
If any man so daring
As dig them up in spite,
He shall find their sharpest thorns
In his bed at night.

William Allingham

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

William Allingham

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

William Allingham

#19. 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.

William Allingham

#20. Autumn's the mellow time.

William Allingham

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

William Allingham

#22. Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly each day.

William Allingham

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

William Allingham