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. The Spring—time, O The Spring--Time 4/8/2010
4. Look Up, Desponding Hearts! See, Morning Sallies 4/7/2010
5. Aspromonte 4/8/2010
6. Lady Mabel 4/8/2010
7. The Flower, Full Blown, Now Bends The Stalk, Now Breaks 4/7/2010
8. The Lark Confinèd In His Cage 4/7/2010
9. A Tale Of True Love 4/8/2010
10. The Dance At Darmstadt 4/8/2010
11. To Ellen Terry 4/8/2010
12. To Ireland 4/8/2010
13. The Reply Of Q. Horatius Flaccus To A Roman 4/8/2010
14. To Arms! (Ii) 4/8/2010
15. A Te Deum 4/8/2010
16. A Twilight Song 4/8/2010
17. A Wintry Picture 4/8/2010
18. A Wintry Picture (Ii) 4/8/2010
19. A Shakespeare Memorial 4/8/2010
20. My Soul Is Sunk In All-Suffusing Shame 4/7/2010
21. Why Should I, From This Long And Losing Strife 4/7/2010
22. Were I A Poet, I Would Dwell 4/7/2010
23. The Smiling Slopes With Olive Groves Bedecked 4/7/2010
24. The Passing Of The Primroses 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. As Dies The Year 4/8/2010
36. Although No Stupid Scoffer 4/7/2010
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.

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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A Birthday

The love within my heart that dwells
Knows nought of days or hours;
I hear thee in the Christmas bells,
I feel thee in the vernal showers;
And thy breath is blent with the wandering scent
Of the summer fruits and flowers.

And yet this morn my blood is stirred
With more than wonted glow;

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