Quotes by : William Allingham

Is idleness indeed so black a crime?What are the Busy doing, half their time?

In youth audacity is wise

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

Autumn's the mellow time.

By the craggy hill-side,Through the mosses bare,They have planted thorn-treesFor pleasure here and there.If....

Up the airy mountain,Down the rushy glen,We daren't go a-huntingFor fear of little men.

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