William Allingham

Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For mother's kiss " sweeter this Than any other thing!

Now Autumns fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

The mother's kiss is the sweetest thing ever.

Before a day was over Home comes the rover For mothers kiss sweeter this Than any other thing

Autumn's the mellow time.

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

If any foes of mine are there, I pardon every one: I hope that man and womankind will do the same by me.

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

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.

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.

Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly each day.

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

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