Wayside Flowers (William Allingham Poem)
Pluck not the wayside flower, It is the traveller's dower; A thousand passers-by Its beauties may espy, May win a ...
Pluck not the wayside flower, It is the traveller's dower; A thousand passers-by Its beauties may espy, May win a ...
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down, And through the Winter neglected lay, Uncoils two little green leaves and ...
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