William Allingham was an Irish poet, diarist and editor. He wrote several volumes of lyric verse, and his poem 'The Faeries' was much anthologised; but he is better known for his posthumously published Diary, in which he records his lively encounters with Tennyson, Carlyle and other writers and artists. His wife, Helen Allingham, was a well-known watercolourist and illustrator.
|History of Ireland—lawlessness and turbulency, robbery and oppression, hatred and revenge, blind selfishness everywhere—no principle, no heroism.||History|
|Autumn's the mellow time.||Time ;Nature|
|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.||Life|
|If any foes of mine are there, I pardon every one: I hope that man and womankind will do the same by me.||Hope|
|Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.|
|She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.|
|Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly each day.||Education, Learning, Knowledge & Training ;Communication & Communications|