Quotes from William Allingham

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

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

History of Ireland--lawlessness and turbulency, robbery and oppression, hatred and revenge, blind selfishness everywhere--no principle, no heroism. What can be done with it?

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

Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly every day.

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

Autumn's the mellow time.

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

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

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.

Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer's day; Sweet Love is dead.

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.

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

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?