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

William Allingham

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William Allingham
Age: 65 †
Born: 1824
Born: March 19
Died: 1889
Died: November 18
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Sweeter
Kiss
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Mother
Home
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Rover

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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.
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Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring Lies open, writ in blossoms.
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Solitude is very sad, Too much company twice as bad.
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Autumn's the mellow time.
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Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly every day.
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Not like Homer would I write, Not like Dante if I might, Not like Shakespeare at his best, Not like Goethe or the rest, Like myself, however small, Like myself, or not at all.
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She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.
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The mother's kiss is the sweetest thing ever.
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Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night the monitory blast Wails in the key-hole, telling how it pass'd O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes, Or grim wide wave and now the power is felt Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods Than any joy indulgent Summer dealt.
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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!.
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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?
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Scarcely a tear to shed Hardly a word to say The end of a Summer's day Sweet Love is dead.
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Bare twigs in April enhance our pleasure We know the good time is yet to come.... Bare twigs in Autumn are signs for sadness We feel the good time is well-nigh past.
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Ring-ting! I wish I were a primrose, A bright yellow primrose blowing in the spring! The stooping boughs above me, The wandering bee to love me, The fern and moss to creep across, And the elm-tree for our king!
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Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
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I believe in Success, And in Comfort no less I believe all the rest is but patter.
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Soul's Castle fell at one blast of temptation, But many a worm had pierced the foundation.
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One who can see without seeming to see-- That's an observer as good as three.
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Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!
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Sin we have explain'd away Unluckily, the sinners stay.
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