Alfred Austin

(30 May 1835 – 2 June 1913 / Headingley)

Alfred Austin Poems

1. When In The Long-Drawn Avenues Of Thought 4/7/2010
2. Know, Nature, Like The Cuckoo, Laughs At Law 4/7/2010
3. Shepherd Swains That Feed Your Flocks 4/7/2010
4. The Smiling Slopes With Olive Groves Bedecked 4/7/2010
5. Were I A Poet, I Would Dwell 4/7/2010
6. Look Up, Desponding Hearts! See, Morning Sallies 4/7/2010
7. My Northern Blood Exults To Face 4/7/2010
8. My Soul Is Sunk In All-Suffusing Shame 4/7/2010
9. Sadder Than Lark When Lowering 4/7/2010
10. Take Not The Gods To Task, For They Are Wise 4/7/2010
11. The Flower, Full Blown, Now Bends The Stalk, Now Breaks 4/7/2010
12. The Lark Confinèd In His Cage 4/7/2010
13. Tis Because, Though In Dusky Bower 4/7/2010
14. When The Reaper Lays The Sickle By, 4/7/2010
15. Why Should I, From This Long And Losing Strife 4/7/2010
16. A Birthday Present 4/8/2010
17. A Border Burn 4/8/2010
18. A Country Nosegay 4/8/2010
19. A Letter From Italy 4/8/2010
20. A March Minstrel 4/8/2010
21. A Question Answered 4/8/2010
22. A Rare Guest 4/8/2010
23. A Reply To A Pessimist 4/8/2010
24. A Royal Home-Coming 4/8/2010
25. A Shakespeare Memorial 4/8/2010
26. A Sleepless Night 4/8/2010
27. A Spring Carol 4/8/2010
28. A Tale Of True Love 4/8/2010
29. A Te Deum 4/8/2010
30. A Twilight Song 4/8/2010
31. A Voice From The West 4/8/2010
32. A Wintry Picture 4/8/2010
33. A Wintry Picture (Ii) 4/8/2010
34. Alea Jacta 4/8/2010
35. Christmas,1870 4/8/2010
36. Henry Bartle Edward Frere 4/8/2010
37. In Sutton Woods 4/8/2010
38. In The Forum 4/8/2010
39. Lady Mabel 4/8/2010
40. Leszko The Bastard 4/8/2010
Best Poem of Alfred Austin

Free Will And Fate

`You ask me why I envy not
The Monarch on his throne.
It is that I myself have got
A Kingdom of my own:
Kingdom by Free Will divine
Made inalienably mine,
Where over motions blind and brute
I live and reign supreme, a Sovereign absolute.

`Ebbing and flowing as the seas,
And surging but to drown,
Think you that I will pass to these
My Sceptre and my Crown?
Unto rebel passions give
Empire and prerogative?
They are attendants in my train,
To come when I command, and crouch as I ordain.

`If Will by long succession be
Not arbiter of ...

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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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