These Little Songs (William Allingham Poem)
These little Songs, Found here and there, Floating in air By forest and lea, Or hill-side heather, In houses and ...
These little Songs, Found here and there, Floating in air By forest and lea, Or hill-side heather, In houses and ...
A man there came, whence none could tell, Bearing a Touchstone in his hand; And tested all things in the ...
Pluck not the wayside flower, It is the traveller's dower; A thousand passers-by Its beauties may espy, May win a ...
A man who keeps a diary, pays Due toll to many tedious days; But life becomes eventful--then His busy hand ...
In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses ...
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now ...
The Boy from his bedroom-window Look'd over the little town, And away to the bleak black upland Under a clouded ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel The full deliciousness of this bright day, That's like a heart ...
October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream-- Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall, And Meadowsweet, the ...
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
I thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago; A straight white curtain at the head, And ...
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid ...
O English mother, in the ruddy glow Hugging your baby closer when outside You see the silent, soft, and cruel ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
O pale green sea, With long, pale, purple clouds above - What lies in me like weight of love ? ...
The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds ...
Amy Margaret's five years old, Amy Margaret's hair is gold, Dearer twenty-thousand-fold Than gold, is Amy Margaret. "Amy" is friend, ...
A sunset's mounded cloud; A diamond evening-star; Sad blue hills afar; Love in his shroud. Scarcely a tear to shed; ...
That which he did not feel, he would not sing; What most he felt, religion it was to hide In ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
Far from the churchyard dig his grave, On some green mound beside the wave; To westward, sea and sky alone, ...
Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond, A blue sky of spring, White clouds on the wing; What a ...
See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down, And through the Winter neglected lay, Uncoils two little green leaves and ...
Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay Among the grass, blinking the watery gleam, I saw an Echo-Spirit in his ...
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