Author: William Allingham

O English mother, in the ruddy glow Hugging your baby closer when outside You see the silent, soft, and cruel […]

In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses […]

The Boy from his bedroom-window Look’d over the little town, And away to the bleak black upland Under a clouded […]

Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer’s nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now […]

I’m glad I am alive, to see and feel The full deliciousness of this bright day, That’s like a heart […]

Far from the churchyard dig his grave, On some green mound beside the wave; To westward, sea and sky alone, […]

Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The […]

Pluck not the wayside flower, It is the traveller’s dower; A thousand passers-by Its beauties may espy, May win a […]

That which he did not feel, he would not sing; What most he felt, religion it was to hide In […]

Here the white-ray’d anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish’d buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid […]