62 Quotes by William Allingham

Fairies, arouse! Mix with your song Harplet and pipe, Thrilling and clear, Swarm on the boughs! Chant in a throng! Morning is ripe, Waiting to hear.

The mother's kiss is the sweetest thing ever.

Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly every day.

Four ducks on a pond, / A grass-bank beyond, / A blue sky of spring, / White clouds on the wing: / What a little thing / To remember for years - / To remember with tears!.

Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For mother's kiss - sweeter this Than any other thing!

Autumn’s the mellow time.

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?

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

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