William Allingham

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

William Allingham Poems

41. A Day-Dream's Reflection 12/31/2002
42. Places And Men 12/31/2002
43. Autumnal Sonnet 12/31/2002
44. A Dream 12/31/2002
45. A Gravestone 12/31/2002
46. A Memory 12/31/2002
47. The Lepracaun Or Fairy Shoemaker 12/31/2002
48. An Evening 12/31/2002
49. A Seed 12/31/2002
50. Aeolian Harp 12/31/2002
51. The Fairies 12/31/2002

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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 ...

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A Singer

That which he did not feel, he would not sing;
What most he felt, religion it was to hide
In a dumb darkling grotto, where the spring
Of tremulous tears, arising unespied,
Became a holy well that durst not glide
Into the day with moil or murmuring;
Whereto, as if to some unlawful thing,
He sto]e, musing or praying at its side.

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