William Allingham

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

William Allingham Poems

1. The Witch-Bride 11/12/2015
2. On A Forenoon Of Spring 12/31/2002
3. Song 4/16/2010
4. Song. O Spirit Of The Summer-Time! 4/16/2010
5. Let Me Sing Of What I Know 4/16/2010
6. Places And Men 12/31/2002
7. Meadowsweet 12/31/2002
8. The Winter Pear 4/16/2010
9. To The Author Of 'Hesperides 4/16/2010
10. The Winding Banks Of Erne 4/16/2010
11. The Touchstone 12/31/2002
12. These Little Songs 12/31/2002
13. Lovely Mary Donnelly 4/16/2010
14. Kate O'Belashanny 4/16/2010
15. Writing 12/31/2002
16. The Abbot Of Innisfallen 4/16/2010
17. The Lover And Birds 4/16/2010
18. The Nobleman's Wedding 4/16/2010
19. The Bubble 4/16/2010
20. Daffodil 4/16/2010
21. In A Spring Grove 12/31/2002
22. Aeolian Harp 12/31/2002
23. The Little Dell 12/31/2002
24. St. Margaret's Eve 4/16/2010
25. Robin Redbreast 12/31/2002
26. Late Autumn 12/31/2002
27. Abbey Assaroe 12/31/2002
28. The Maids Of Elfin-Mere 4/16/2010
29. Autumnal Sonnet 12/31/2002
30. Amy Margaret's Five Year Old 12/31/2002
31. After Sunset 12/31/2002
32. The Girl's Lamentation 4/16/2010
33. A Singer 12/31/2002
34. Half-Waking 12/31/2002
35. The Ruined Chapel 4/16/2010
36. The Eviction 12/31/2002
37. An Evening 12/31/2002
38. A Day-Dream's Reflection 12/31/2002
39. Adieu To Belshanny 12/31/2002
40. In Snow 12/31/2002
Best Poem of William Allingham

A Seed

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 ...

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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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