Quotes
Quotes - Allingham
Winds and waters keep
A hush more dead than any sleep.
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
Autumn's the mellow time.
Oh, bring again my heart's content,
Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!
Scarcely a tear to shed;
Hardly a word to say;
The end of a Summer's day;
Sweet Love is dead.
Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring
Lies open, writ in blossoms.
Mary kept the belt of love, and oh, but she was gay!
She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.
"O mother, mother, mak' my bed
To lay me down in sorrow.
My love has died for me to-day,
I 'll die for him to-morrow."
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.
Till glowworms light owl-watchmen's flight Through our green metropolis.
When the habitually even-tempered suddenly fly into a passion, that explosion is apt to be more impressive than the outburst of the most violent amongst us.
When the habitually even-tempered suddenly fly into a passion, that explosion is apt to be more impressive than the outburst of the most violent amongst us.
