William Allingham

(19 March 1824 – 18 November 1889 / Donegal / Ireland)

William Allingham Poems

1. Song 4/16/2010
2. Song. O Spirit Of The Summer-Time! 4/16/2010
3. Let Me Sing Of What I Know 4/16/2010
4. The Winter Pear 4/16/2010
5. To The Author Of 'Hesperides 4/16/2010
6. The Nobleman's Wedding 4/16/2010
7. The Abbot Of Innisfallen 4/16/2010
8. The Lover And Birds 4/16/2010
9. Lovely Mary Donnelly 4/16/2010
10. The Bubble 4/16/2010
11. St. Margaret's Eve 4/16/2010
12. The Maids Of Elfin-Mere 4/16/2010
13. The Ruined Chapel 4/16/2010
14. The Winding Banks Of Erne 4/16/2010
15. Meadowsweet 12/31/2002
16. The Girl's Lamentation 4/16/2010
17. The Little Dell 12/31/2002
18. The Elf Singing 4/16/2010
19. The Touchstone 12/31/2002
20. Places And Men 12/31/2002
21. These Little Songs 12/31/2002
22. Writing 12/31/2002
23. Robin Redbreast 12/31/2002
24. Daffodil 4/16/2010
25. Kate O'Belashanny 4/16/2010
26. Wayside Flowers 12/31/2002
27. On A Forenoon Of Spring 12/31/2002
28. Four Ducks On A Pond 4/16/2010
29. In A Spring Grove 12/31/2002
30. Late Autumn 12/31/2002
31. Amy Margaret's Five Year Old 12/31/2002
32. Abbey Assaroe 12/31/2002
33. After Sunset 12/31/2002
34. Aeolian Harp 12/31/2002
35. An Evening 12/31/2002
36. Autumnal Sonnet 12/31/2002
37. Adieu To Belshanny 12/31/2002
38. In Snow 12/31/2002
39. A Singer 12/31/2002
40. Half-Waking 12/31/2002
Best Poem of William Allingham

The Fairies

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather!

Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain lake,
With frogs for their watch-dogs,
All night awake.

High on the hill-top
The old King sits;
He is now so old and gray
He's nigh lost his wits.
With a bridge of white ...

Read the full of The Fairies

Wayside Flowers

Pluck not the wayside flower,
It is the traveller's dower;
A thousand passers-by
Its beauties may espy,
May win a touch of blessing
From Nature's mild caressing.
The sad of heart perceives
A violet under leaves
Like sonic fresh-budding hope;

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