Poems by William Allingham
Writing
... Most books, indeed, are records less ...
The Dirty Old Man
... And have afterwards said, though the dirt was so frightful, ...
Wishing
... A bright yellow Primrose, blowing in the spring! ...
The Girl's Lamentation
... Oh! light and short is the young man's blame, ...
St. Margaret's Eve
... "Drink," said the lady, "and I will be thine," ...
Song
... Oh, bring again my heart's content, ...
The Abbot Of Innisfallen
... Since our Abbot Cormac went through the gate, ...
The Lepracaun Or Fairy Shoemaker
... He took a long pinch, look'd better pleased, ...
The Bubble
... Life there, welling, flowing, ...
The Winding Banks Of Erne
... The Main Street, Back Street, College Lane, ...
Lovely Mary Donnelly
... If some great lord should come this way, and see your beauty bright ...
The Winter Pear
... Spring-fruits are sour to eat ...
The Elf Singing
... And, are his magic word he could say, ...
Four Ducks On A Pond
... White clouds on the wing ...
Daffodil
... Come now, like Pan's old crew, we'll dance and sing, ...
