William Allingham Quotes

• Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

  William Allingham

  Fall, Autumn, Fire

  William Allingham (1860). “Day and Night Songs; and The Music-master: A Love Poem”, p.78

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• Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly every day.

  William Allingham

  Escribir

  William Allingham, Helen Paterson Allingham (1912). “Poems”

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• Cuatro patos en un estanque, / Un banco de hierba más allá, / Un cielo azul de primavera, / Nubes blancas al vuelo: / ¡Qué pequeña cosa / Para recordar durante años - / Para recordar con lágrimas!.

  William Allingham

  Spring, Sky, Wings

  'A Memory'

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• Solitude is very sad, Too much company twice as bad.

  William Allingham

  Solitude, Too Much, Very Sad

  William Allingham, Helen Paterson Allingham (1912). “Poems”

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• Pluck not the wayside flower;
  It is the traveler's dower.

  William Allingham

  Flower, Pluck, Traveler

  William Allingham, Helen Paterson Allingham (1912). “Poems”

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• I always get back to the question, is it really necessary that men should consume so much of their bodily and mental energies in the machinery of civilized life? The world seems to me to do much of its toil for that which is not in any sense bread. Again, 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?

  William Allingham

  Men, Feelings, Energy

  William Allingham (1967). “William Allingham's diary”, Centaur Press

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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.

  William Allingham

  Winter, Autumn, Apples

  William Allingham (1877). “Songs, Ballads, and Stories: Including Many Now First Collected, the Rest Revised and Rearranged”, p.169

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• Antes de que acabe el día, llega a casa el vagabundo, Para el beso de la madre - más dulce esto
  ¡Que cualquier otra cosa!

  William Allingham

  Mothers Day, Home, Kissing

  William Allingham (1855). “The music master, a love story, and two series of Day and night songs”, p.177

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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.

  William Allingham

  Libro, Hombres, Manos

  William Allingham, Helen Paterson Allingham (1912). “Poems”

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• Oh, bring again my heart's content,
  Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!

  William Allingham

  Summer, Heart, Spirit

  William Allingham (1865). “Fifty Modern Poems”, p.49

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• Ahora el fuego del otoño arde lentamente a lo largo de los bosques, y día a día las hojas muertas caen y se derriten, y noche a noche el soplo monitorio se lamenta en el ojo de la cerradura, contando cómo pasó por campos vacíos, o soledades de tierras altas, o sombrías olas; y ahora se siente el poder de la melancolía, más tierna en sus estados de ánimo que cualquier alegría indulgente del verano.

  William Allingham

  Verano, otoño

  William Allingham (1854). “Day and Night Songs”

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• Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring
  Lies open, writ in blossoms.

  William Allingham

  Spring, Lying, Book

  William Allingham, Helen Paterson Allingham (1912). “Poems”

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

  William Allingham

  Song, Heart, My Heart

  William Allingham (1854). “Day and Night Songs”

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• Soul's Castle fell at one blast of temptation, But many a worm had pierced the foundation.

  William Allingham

  Temptation, Soul, Foundation

  William Allingham, Helen Paterson Allingham (1912). “Poems”

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• Politeness costs nothing. Nothing, that is, to him that shows it; but if often costs the world very dear.

  William Allingham

  Cost, World, Politeness

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• ¡Oh, espíritu del verano! Trae de vuelta las rosas a los dells; La golondrina de su lejano clima, La abeja de la miel de las celdas somnolientas. Trae de vuelta la amistad del sol; Las tardes doradas, tranquilas y tardías, Cuando los niños alegres corren de regreso a casa, Y las estrellas que miran invitan a los amantes a esperar. Devuélveme el canto y el aroma de los prados en la flor del rocío. ¡Oh, devuélveme la alegría de mi corazón, Espíritu del Verano!

  William Allingham

  Summer, Running, Stars

  William Allingham (1865). “Fifty Modern Poems”, p.49

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• Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!

  William Allingham

  Home, World, Way

  William Allingham (1877). “Songs, Ballads, and Stories: Including Many Now First Collected, the Rest Revised and Rearranged”

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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.

  William Allingham

  Sea, Gravity, Trifles

  William Allingham (1907). “William Allingham: a diary”

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

  William Allingham

  Three, Observers, Seeming

  William Allingham, Helen Paterson Allingham (1912). “Poems”

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• Autumn's the mellow time.

  William Allingham

  Inspiring, Time, Autumn

  William Allingham (1883). “Evil May-day, &c”

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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.

  William Allingham

  Men, Pardon Me, Foe

  William Allingham (1865). “Fifty Modern Poems”, p.117

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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.

  William Allingham

  Sweet, Home, Land

  William Allingham (1865). “Fifty Modern Poems”, p.118

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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.

  William Allingham

  Writing, Might, Originality

  William Allingham (1884). “Blackberries picked off many bushes, by D. Pollex and others, put in a basket [verse, really written] by W. Allingham”

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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?

  William Allingham

  Work, Men, Feelings

  William Allingham (1907). “William Allingham: a diary”

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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.

  William Allingham

  Song, Morning, Waiting

  William Allingham (1877). “Songs, Ballads, and Stories: Including Many Now First Collected, the Rest Revised and Rearranged”

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