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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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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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I believe in Success, And in Comfort no less I believe all the rest is but patter.
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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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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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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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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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Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For mother's kiss - sweeter this Than any other thing!
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Pluck not the wayside flower It is the traveler's dower.
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Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!
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The mother's kiss is the sweetest thing ever.
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Autumn's the mellow time.
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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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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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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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Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring Lies open, writ in blossoms.
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Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly every day.
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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.
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She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.
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