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Winds and waters keepA hush more dead than any sleep.

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William Allingham
Age: 65 †
Born: 1824
Born: March 19
Died: 1889
Died: November 18
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Water
Hush
Winds
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Wind
Dead
Sleep

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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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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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Soul's Castle fell at one blast of temptation, But many a worm had pierced the foundation.
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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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I believe in Success, And in Comfort no less I believe all the rest is but patter.
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Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!
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Solitude is very sad, Too much company twice as bad.
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She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.
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One who can see without seeming to see-- That's an observer as good as three.
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Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly every day.
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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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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.
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Pluck not the wayside flower It is the traveler's dower.
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The trees are Indian Princes, But soon they'll turn to Ghosts The scanty pears and apples Hang russet on the bough Its Autumn, Autumn, Autumn late, 'Twill soon be Winter now. Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! And what will this poor Robin do? For pinching days are near.
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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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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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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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Autumn's the mellow time.
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The mother's kiss is the sweetest thing ever.
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