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. To Ellen Terry 4/8/2010
11. The Dance At Darmstadt 4/8/2010
12. To Arms! (Ii) 4/8/2010
13. The Reply Of Q. Horatius Flaccus To A Roman 4/8/2010
14. To Ireland 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. My Winter Rose 4/8/2010
26. Three Sonnets Written In Mid-Channel 4/8/2010
27. The White Pall Of Peace 4/8/2010
28. Vis Medicatrix Naturae 4/8/2010
29. The Passing Of The Century 4/8/2010
30. Time’s Defence 4/8/2010
31. A Sleepless Night 4/8/2010
32. When Runnels Began To Leap And Sing 4/8/2010
33. Who Would Not Die For England! 4/8/2010
34. A Voice From The West 4/8/2010
35. A Spring Carol 4/8/2010
36. As Dies The Year 4/8/2010
37. Although No Stupid Scoffer 4/7/2010
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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SHE wanders in the April woods,
That glisten with the fallen shower;
She leans her face against the buds,
She stops, she stoops, she plucks a flower.
She feels the ferment of the hour:
She broodeth when the ringdove broods;
The sun and flying clouds have power
Upon her cheek and changing moods.
She cannot think she is alone,

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