Quotes
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting, For fear of little men. Winds and waters keep A hush more dead than any sleep. Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt. Autumn's the mellow time. Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summer-time! Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer's day; Sweet Love is dead. Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring Lies open, writ in blossoms. Mary kept the belt of love, and oh, but she was gay! She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.william allingham
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