Poems...

by William Allingham

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Poems; Golden Treasury Series

William Allingham, Helen Paterson Allingham

Macmillan and co., 1912

Genres: Poetry

218 pages, Paperback

First published August 12, 2015

About the author

William Allingham was an Irish poet, diarist and editor. He wrote several volumes of lyric verse, and his poem 'The Faeries' was much anthologised; but he is better known for his posthumously published Diary, in which he records his lively encounters with Tennyson, Carlyle and other writers and artists.


Librarian Note: For the English physician go to William Allingham.

Reviews

[Surreysmum · Rating 2 out of 5]

[These notes were made in 1989:]. This is a modern selection of Allingham's work, by an editor who, tho' an obvious partisan, admits that some of the material he omitted is "engagingly bad." Based on this selection, I can't say I'm a tremendous fan of Mr. Allingham, born & for some part employed in Ireland, but fleeing frequently to England & English culture. Much of what is included in this collection is balladry, a form with which I am not much in sympathy. The false metrics (music accommodates extra syllables, while the eye scanning the page does not) and inane-seeming onomatopoeic effects get on my nerves a bit. The sonnets aren't bad - they have the occasional image that takes on some reality. There's an occasional flash of political fire - most noticeably against Irish eviction procedures - but very tame compared to Grant Allen, whom I've just finished reading.