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She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.

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William Allingham
Age: 65 †
Born: 1824
Born: March 19
Died: 1889
Died: November 18
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History of Ireland--lawlessness and turbulency, robbery and oppression, hatred and revenge, blind selfishness everywhere--no principle, no heroism. What can be done with it?
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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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The mother's kiss is the sweetest thing ever.
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Winds and waters keepA hush more dead than any sleep.
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Politeness costs nothing. Nothing, that is, to him that shows it but if often costs the world very dear.
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One who can see without seeming to see-- That's an observer as good as three.
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Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!
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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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Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!
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Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly every day.
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Sin we have explain'd away Unluckily, the sinners stay.
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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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Solitude is very sad, Too much company twice as bad.
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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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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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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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Autumn's the mellow time.
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A man who keeps a diary pays, Due toll to many tedious days But life becomes eventful—then, His busy hand forgets the pen. Most books, indeed, are records less Of fulness than of emptiness.
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Pluck not the wayside flower It is the traveler's dower.
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If any foes of mine are there, I pardon every one: I hope that man and womankind will do the same by me.
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