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Half-Waking I Thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago; A straight white curtain at the head, And two smooth knobs below. I thought I saw the nursery fire, And in a chair well-known My mother sat, and did not tire With reading all... Poet: William Allingham	Lovely Mary Donnelly O Lovely Mary Donnelly, it ’s you I love the best! If fifty girls were round you, I ’d hardly see the rest. Be what it may the time of day, the place be where it will, Sweet looks of Mary Donnelly, they bloom before me still. Her eyes like mountain water that ’s... Poet: William Allingham	Among the Heather One evening walking out, I o’ertook a modest colleen, When the wind was blowing cool, and the harvest leaves were falling: “Is our way by chance the same? might we travel on together?” “Oh, I keep the mountain side,” she replied, “among the heather.” “Your... Poet: William Allingham	The Dirty Old Man A Lay of Leadenhall [A singular man, named Nathaniel Bentley, for many years kept a large hardware-shop in Leadenhall Street, London. He was best know as Dirty Dick (Dick, for alliteration’s sake, probably), and his place of business as the Dirty Warehouse. He died about the year 1809... Poet: William Allingham
The Fairies Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren’t go a hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl’s feather! Down along the rocky shore ... Poet: William Allingham