Down On The Shore (by: William Allingham (1824-1889)) Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright under boundless light, And the surge on the glittering strand; continue reading
Fairies, The (by: William Allingham (1824-1889)) Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren’t go a-hunting For fear of little men; continue reading
In A Spring Grove (by: William Allingham (1824-1889)) Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, continue reading
In Snow (by: William Allingham (1824-1889)) O English mother, in the ruddy glow Hugging your baby closer when outside You see the silent, soft, and cruel snow Falling again, and think what ills betide continue reading
Late Autumn (by: William Allingham (1824-1889)) October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the slowly falling leaf. continue reading
Little Dell, The (by: William Allingham (1824-1889)) Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; continue reading
Meadowsweet (by: William Allingham (1824-1889)) Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream-- Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall, And Meadowsweet, the chosen of them all continue reading
On A Forenoon of Spring (by: William Allingham (1824-1889)) I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel The full deliciousness of this bright day, That's like a heart with nothing to conceal; continue reading
Places And Men (by: William Allingham (1824-1889)) In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses to the land, And all along the down a fringe one sees continue reading
Wayside Flowers (by: William Allingham (1824-1889)) Pluck not the wayside flower, It is the traveller's dower; A thousand passers-by continue reading
