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

Comments about Alfred Austin

  • Sofia Kioroglou Sofia Kioroglou (4/16/2016 2:22:00 AM)

    I agree with John Mahon. He is an excellent poet and vastly underrated for sure!

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  • John Mahon (7/9/2013 10:17:00 AM)

    Vastly underrated. One of my favorite poets. Consistently solid poetry with plenty of very deep, moving and powerful pieces. Has a way with words even better than most poets of his era.

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Best Poem of Alfred Austin

A Letter From Italy

I
Lately, when we wished good-bye
Underneath a gloomy sky,
``Bear,'' you said, ``my love in mind,
Leaving me not quite behind;
And across the mountains send
News and greeting to your friend.''

II
Swiftly though we did advance
Through the rich flat fields of France,
Still the eye grew tired to see
Patches of equality.
Nothing wanton, waste, or wild;
Women delving, lonely child
Tending cattle lank and lean;
Not a hedgerow to be seen,
Where the eglantine may ramble,
Or the vagrant unkempt bramble
Might its flowers upon you ...

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The Mountains

The Mountains
What ails you, Ocean, that nor near nor far,
Find you a bourne to ease your burdened breast,
But throughout time inexorable are
Never at rest?

With foaming mouth and fluttering crest you leap
Impatiently towards never-shifting beach,
Then wheel, and hurry to some distant deep

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