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The Little Dell by William Allingham

Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side,

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Wayside Flowers by William Allingham

Pluck not the wayside flower, It is the traveller's dower;

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A Seed by William Allingham

See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down, And through the Winter neglected lay,

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A Memory by William Allingham

Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond,

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The Boy by William Allingham

The Boy from his bedroom-window Look'd over the little town,

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Writing by William Allingham

A man who keeps a diary, pays Due toll to many tedious days;

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The Eviction by William Allingham

In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill,

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A Gravestone by William Allingham

Far from the churchyard dig his grave, On some green mound beside the wave;

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A Dream by William Allingham

I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I went to the window to see the sight;

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A Day-Dream's Reflection by William Allingham

Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay Among the grass, blinking the watery gleam,

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On a Forenoon of Spring by William Allingham

I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel The full deliciousness of this bright day,

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Aeolian Harp by William Allingham

O pale green sea, With long, pale, purple clouds above -

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Abbey Assaroe by William Allingham

Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down;

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Amy Margaret's Five Year Old by William Allingham

Amy Margaret's five years old, Amy Margaret's hair is gold,

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After Sunset by William Allingham

The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined,

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A Singer by William Allingham

That which he did not feel, he would not sing; What most he felt, religion it was to hide

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Adieu to Belshanny by William Allingham

Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as night and morn.

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Half-waking by William Allingham

I thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago;

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The Fairies by William Allingham

Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen,

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Late Autumn by William Allingham

October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf,

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