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I believe in Success, And in Comfort no less I believe all the rest is but patter.

William Allingham

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William Allingham
Age: 65 †
Born: 1824
Born: March 19
Died: 1889
Died: November 18
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Writer
Success
Believe
Patter
Comfort
Rest
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Sin we have explain'd away Unluckily, the sinners stay.
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Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly every day.
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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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One who can see without seeming to see-- That's an observer as good as three.
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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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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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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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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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Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!
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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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She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.
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