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In youth audacity is wiseWilliam Allingham
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By the craggy hill-side, Through the mosses bare, They have planted thorn-trees For pleasure here and there. If any man so daring As dig them up in spite, He shall find their sharpest thorns In his bed at night.William Allingham
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Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men.William Allingham
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Is idleness indeed so black a crime? What are the Busy doing, half their time?William Allingham
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Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.William Allingham
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Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly each day.William Allingham
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Autumn's the mellow time.William Allingham