A Dialogue At Fiesole (Alfred Austin Poems)
HE.Halt here awhile. That mossy-cushioned seatIs for your queenliness a natural throne;As I am fitly couched on this low sward,Here ...
Alfred Austin Poems (22 Poems)
A Defence Of English Spring (Alfred Austin Poems)
Unnamed, unknown, but surely bredWhere Thames, once silver, now runs lead,Whose journeys daily ebb and flow'Twixt Tyburn and the bells ...
A Christmas Carol (Alfred Austin Poems)
Hark! In the air, around, above,The Angelic Music soars and swells,And, in the Garden that I love,I hear the sound ...
A Florilegium (Alfred Austin Poems)
IAll the seasons of the year,I have flowers for you, dear.When the ploughland's flecked with snow,And the blue-eyed scyllas blow,Gazing, ...
A Birthday (Alfred Austin Poems)
The love within my heart that dwellsKnows nought of days or hours;I hear thee in the Christmas bells,I feel thee ...
A Night In June (Alfred Austin Poems)
Lady! in this night of JuneFair like thee and holy,Art thou gazing at the moonThat is rising slowly?I am gazing ...
A Last Request (Alfred Austin Poems)
Let not the roses lieToo thickly tangled round my tomb,Lest fleecy clouds that skim the summer sky,Flinging their faint soft ...
A Dream Of England (Alfred Austin Poems)
I had a dream of England. Wild and weird,The billows ravened round her, and the wrack,Darkening and dwindling, blotted out ...
A Fragment (Alfred Austin Poems)
Should fickle hands in far-off daysNo longer stroke thy hair,And lips that once were proud to praiseForget to call thee ...
At Delphi (Alfred Austin Poems)
I Apollo! Apollo! Apollo!II Where hast thou, Apollo, gone? I have wandered on and on, Through the shaggy Dorian gorges, ...
A Reply To A Pessimist (Alfred Austin Poems)
O beautiful bright world! for ever young, And now with Wisdom grafted on thy Spring, Why do they slander thee ...
At Vaucluse (Alfred Austin Poems)
By Avignon's dismantled walls, Where cloudless mid—March sunshine falls, Rhone, through broad belts of green, Flecked with the light of ...
Shelley’s Death (Alfred Austin Poems)
What! And it was so! Thou wert then Death—stricken from behind, O heart of hearts! and they were men, That ...
The Death Of Huss (Alfred Austin Poems)
In the streets of Constance was heard the shout, ``Masters! bring the arch—heretic out!'' The stake had been planted, the ...
Grata Juventas (Alfred Austin Poems)
She trembles when I touch The tips of scarce—grown fingers, Yet seems to think it overmuch If for a moment ...
Church-Door Should Still Stand Open (Alfred Austin Poems)
Church—doors should still stand open, night and day, Open to all who come for praise or prayer, Laden with gift ...
Time’s Weariness (Alfred Austin Poems)
Slow Time, that carrieth such a monstrous load From every stage and hostel of the Past, Do you not weary ...
When in the long–drawn avenues of Thought (Alfred Austin Poems)
When in the long—drawn avenues of Thought I halt, and look before me and behind, And seek what erst I ...
Agatha (Alfred Austin Poem)
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
At His Grave (Alfred Austin Poem)
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Love’s Blindness (Alfred Austin Poems)
Now do I know that Love is blind, for I Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth, No life, ...
The Haymakers’ Song (Alfred Austin Poems)
HERE'S to him that grows it, Drink, lads, drink! That lays it in and mows it, Clink, jugs, clink! To ...