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Half-waking by William Allingham

I thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago;

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Down on the Shore by William Allingham

Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land;

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Autumnal Sonnet by William Allingham

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

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An Evening by William Allingham

A sunset's mounded cloud; A diamond evening-star;

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Amy Margaret's Five Year Old by William Allingham

Amy Margaret's five years old, Amy Margaret's hair is gold,

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After Sunset by William Allingham

The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined,

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Aeolian Harp by William Allingham

O pale green sea, With long, pale, purple clouds above -

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Adieu to Belshanny by William Allingham

Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as night and morn.

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Abbey Assaroe by William Allingham

Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down;

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A Singer by William Allingham

That which he did not feel, he would not sing; What most he felt, religion it was to hide

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