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In a Spring Grove by William Allingham

By William Allingham

Topics: nature-poetry

Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid and sweet round every budding thorn, Gray ash, and beech with rusty leaves outworn. Here, too the darting linnet hath her nest In the blue-lustred holly, never shorn, Whose partner cheers her little brooding breast, Piping from some near bough. O simple song! O cistern deep of that harmonious rillet, And these fair juicy stems that climb and throng The vernal world, and unexhausted seas

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"Here the white-ray'd anemone is born,..."

"In a Spring Grove" by William Allingham is a nature english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by William Allingham demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup;...", this piece explores themes of nature through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. William Allingham's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About William Allingham

William Allingham is a distinguished poet whose works have shaped the landscape of English literature. Their poetry explores the depths of human emotion, nature, love, and philosophical thought through powerful and evocative verse. Readers continue to find solace, inspiration, and beauty in their timeless words.

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