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One who can see without seeming to see-- That's an observer as good as three.

William Allingham

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William Allingham
Age: 65 †
Born: 1824
Born: March 19
Died: 1889
Died: November 18
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Observer
Seeming
Observers
Three
Without
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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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Politeness costs nothing. Nothing, that is, to him that shows it but if often costs the world very dear.
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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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Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly every day.
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I have been an Official all my life, without the least turn for it. I never could attain a true official manner, which is highly artificial and handles trifles with ludicrously disproportionate gravity.
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She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.
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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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Winds and waters keepA hush more dead than any sleep.
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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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Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring Lies open, writ in blossoms.
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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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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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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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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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Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!
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The mother's kiss is the sweetest thing ever.
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Yet dearer still that Irish hill than all the world beside It's home, sweet home, where'er I roam, through lands and waterswide.
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Autumn's the mellow time.
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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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