Top 10 William Allingham Quotes

Mary kept the belt of love, and oh, but she was gay!
She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.

Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring Lies open, writ in blossoms.

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

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

Autumn's the mellow time.

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

Winds and waters keep
A hush more dead than any sleep.

Out of the city, far away
With spring to-day!
Where copses tufted with primrose
Give me repose,
Wood-sorrel and wild violet
Soothe my soul's fret.

No funeral gloom, my dears, when I am gone, corpse-gazing, tears, black raiment, graveyard grimness. Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness, yours still, you mine. Remember all the best of our past moments, and forget the rest; and so to where I wait, come gently on.

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