William Allingham (March 19, 1824 or 1828 – November 18, 1889) was an Irish man of letters and poet. He was born at Ballyshannon, Donegal, and was the son of the manager of a local bank who was of English descent. He obtained a post in the custom-house of his native town and held several similar posts in Ireland and England until 1870, when he had retired from the service, and became sub-editor of Fraser’s Magazine, which he edited from 1874 to 1879, in succession to James Froude.
In 1874 Allingham married Helen Paterson, known under her married name as a water-colour painter. He died at Hampstead in 1889, and his ashes are interred at St. Anne’s in his native Ballyshannon. You can read more about him in Wikipedia
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We darent go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owls feather!
Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain lake,
With frogs for their watch-dogs,
All night awake.
This week’s Poetry Friday round up is at Literary Safari
History – thank you for this
Thank you for the history lesson of Allinhham and the poem on fairies. The poem is quite descriptive and I can almost see the wee folks.
Blessings this weekend,
Copenator Crew leader
Re: History – thank you for this
Glad you enjoyed it.
Such a contrast between his buttoned-up life and his fanciful poem. I like to see that. This one sings!
Oh, this is an old goody! You’ve also got some great quotes on your site!
Re: TadMack says:
Thanks, Tad. I do love quotes!
Oh, this is a good one! Love the “crispy pancakes of yellow tide foam.” Thanks!
Isn’t that the greatest line? It’s what jumped out at me when I read it.
Ooh, so this where the “we daren’t go a-hunting, for fear of little men” comes from. Where do I know that from–a movie, I think?
Like his wispy language–airy mountain, rushy glen. Fun!
Oh gosh – I could never remember bits of something from a movie. Hats off to you. I thought it was a fun one. I love going through the really old poems and finding one that still seems to work for me today.
I just googled it. It’s Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory! It was Gene Wilder I was hearing in my head:>)
That’s one of my all time fave. poems….!