“ Not like would I write,Not like if I might,Not like at his best,Not like or the rest,Like myself, however small,Like myself, or not at all. William Allingham
“ By the craggy hill-side,Through the mosses bare,They have planted thorn-treesFor pleasure here and there.If any man so daringAs dig them up in spite,He shall find their sharpest thornsIn his bed at ni… William Allingham
“ Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt. William Allingham
“ Up the airy mountain,Down the rushy glen,We daren't go a-huntingFor fear of little men. William Allingham
