William Allingham Poems
- A Seed See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down, And through...
- The Fairies Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We...
- Four Ducks On A Pond Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank ...
- A Memory Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond, A blue...
- The Lepracaun Or Fairy Shoemak... Little Cowboy, what have you...
- A Gravestone Far from the churchyard dig his grave, On some...
- A Dream I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I ...
He was born in Ballyshannon, Co. Donegal, Ireland, and was the son of the manager of a local bank who was of English descent. He obtained a post in the custom-house of his native town and held several similar posts in Ireland and England until 1870, when he had retired from the service, and became sub-editor of Fraser's Magazine, which he edited from 1874 to 1879, in succession to James Froude. He had published a volume of Poems in 1850, followed by Day and Night Songs, a volume containing many charming lyrics, in 1855.
Allingham was on terms of close friendship with DG Rossetti, who contributed to the illustration of the Songs. His Letters to Allingham (1854-1870) were edited by... more »
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''History of Irelandlawlessness and turbulency, robbery and oppression, hatred and revenge, blind selfishness everywhereno principle, no heroism. What can be done with it?''William Allingham (1824-1889), Irish poet, diarist. A Diary, ch. 8, entry for Nov. 11, 1866, eds. H. Allingham and D. Radford (1907).
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See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down,
And through the Winter neglected lay,
Uncoils two little green leaves and two brown,
With tiny root taking hold on the clay
As, lifting and strengthening day by day,
It pushes red branchless, sprouts new leaves,
And cell after cell the Power in it weaves
Out of the storehouse of soil and clime,
To fashion a Tree in due course of time;
Tree with rough bark and boughs' expansion,
Where the Crow can build his mansion,
Or a Man, in some new May,
Lie under whispering leaves and say,
"Are the ills of one's ...