William Allingham
William Allingham
William Allinghamwas an Irish poet, diarist and editor. He wrote several volumes of lyric verse, and his poem 'The Faeries' was much anthologised; but he is better known for his posthumously published Diary, in which he records his lively encounters with Tennyson, Carlyle and other writers and artists. His wife, Helen Allingham, was a well-known water-colorist and illustrator...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth19 March 1824
CountryIreland
book men hands
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.
time autumn mellow
Autumn's the mellow time.
summer fall autumn
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night the monitory blast Wails in the key-hole, telling how it pass'd O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes, Or grim wide wave; and now the power is felt Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods Than any joy indulgent Summer dealt.
sea gravity trifles
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.
lying spring book
Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring Lies open, writ in blossoms.
summer running stars
O Spirit of the Summertime! Bring back the roses to the dells; The swallow from her distant clime, The honey-bee from drowsy cells. Bring back the friendship of the sun; The gilded evenings, calm and late, When merry children homeward run, And peeping stars bid lovers wait. Bring back the singing; and the scent Of meadowlands at dewy prime;- Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summertime!
home way sailor
Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!
men feelings toil
I always get back to the question, is it really necessary that men should consume so much of their bodily and mental energies in the machinery of civilized life? The world seems to me to do much of its toil for that which is not in any sense bread. Again, 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?
summer heart spirit
Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!
work men feelings
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?
solitude too-much very-sad
Solitude is very sad, Too much company twice as bad.
soul temptation castles
Soul's Castle fell at one blast of temptation, But many a worm had pierced the foundation.
world cost politeness
Politeness costs nothing. Nothing, that is, to him that shows it; but if often costs the world very dear.
believe comfort i-believe
I believe in Success, And in Comfort no less I believe all the rest is but patter.