Alfred Austin

(30 May 1835 – 2 June 1913 / Headingley)

Alfred Austin Poems

1. Victoria 4/8/2010
2. The Death Of Huss 4/8/2010
3. Look Up, Desponding Hearts! See, Morning Sallies 4/7/2010
4. The Lark Confinèd In His Cage 4/7/2010
5. A Tale Of True Love 4/8/2010
6. A Wintry Picture 4/8/2010
7. The Flower, Full Blown, Now Bends The Stalk, Now Breaks 4/7/2010
8. The Dance At Darmstadt 4/8/2010
9. To Ellen Terry 4/8/2010
10. To Arms! (Ii) 4/8/2010
11. To Ireland 4/8/2010
12. The Passing Of The Primroses 4/8/2010
13. The Reply Of Q. Horatius Flaccus To A Roman 4/8/2010
14. My Winter Rose 4/8/2010
15. Why Should I, From This Long And Losing Strife 4/7/2010
16. My Soul Is Sunk In All-Suffusing Shame 4/7/2010
17. The Smiling Slopes With Olive Groves Bedecked 4/7/2010
18. Were I A Poet, I Would Dwell 4/7/2010
19. A Wintry Picture (Ii) 4/8/2010
20. A Twilight Song 4/8/2010
21. A Te Deum 4/8/2010
22. A Shakespeare Memorial 4/8/2010
23. The White Pall Of Peace 4/8/2010
24. Three Sonnets Written In Mid-Channel 4/8/2010
25. Vis Medicatrix Naturae 4/8/2010
26. The Passing Of The Century 4/8/2010
27. Time’s Defence 4/8/2010
28. A Sleepless Night 4/8/2010
29. When Runnels Began To Leap And Sing 4/8/2010
30. Who Would Not Die For England! 4/8/2010
31. A Voice From The West 4/8/2010
32. A Spring Carol 4/8/2010
33. As Dies The Year 4/8/2010
34. Although No Stupid Scoffer 4/7/2010
35. The Dregs Of Love 4/8/2010
36. Love’s Harvest 4/8/2010
37. Mafeking 4/8/2010
38. At The Gate Of The Convent 4/8/2010
39. An Autumn Picture 4/8/2010
40. In Sutton Woods 4/8/2010
Best Poem of Alfred Austin

Love's Blindness

Now do I know that Love is blind, for I
Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth,
No life, no light, no hopefulness, no mirth,
Pleasure nor purpose, when thou art not nigh.
Thy absence exiles sunshine from the sky,
Seres Spring's maturity, checks Summer's birth,
Leaves linnet's pipe as sad as plover's cry,
And makes me in abundance find but dearth.
But when thy feet flutter the dark, and thou
With orient eyes dawnest on my distress,
Suddenly sings a bird on every bough,
The heavens expand, the earth grows less and less,
The ground is buoyant as ...

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At His Grave

LEAVE me a little while alone,
Here at his grave that still is strown
With crumbling flower and wreath;
The laughing rivulet leaps and falls,
The thrush exults, the cuckoo calls,
And he lies hush’d beneath.

With myrtle cross and crown of rose,
And every lowlier flower that blows,

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