Alfred Austin

(30 May 1835 – 2 June 1913 / Headingley)

Alfred Austin Poems

1. A Birthday 4/7/2010
2. A Birthday Present 4/8/2010
3. A Border Burn 4/8/2010
4. A Captive Throstle 4/8/2010
5. A Christmas Carol 4/8/2010
6. A Country Nosegay 4/8/2010
7. A Defence Of English Spring 4/8/2010
8. A Dialogue At Fiesole 4/8/2010
9. A Dream Of England 4/8/2010
10. A Farewell 4/8/2010
11. A Farewell To Youth 4/8/2010
12. A Farmhouse Dirge 4/8/2010
13. A Florilegium 4/8/2010
14. A Fragment 4/8/2010
15. A Last Request 4/8/2010
16. A Letter From Italy 4/8/2010
17. A March Minstrel 4/8/2010
18. A Meeting 4/8/2010
19. A Night In June 4/8/2010
20. A November Note 4/8/2010
21. A Poet’s Eightieth Birthday 4/8/2010
22. A Point Of Honour 4/8/2010
23. A Portrait 4/8/2010
24. A Question 4/8/2010
25. A Question Answered 4/8/2010
26. A Rare Guest 4/8/2010
27. A Reply To A Pessimist 4/8/2010
28. A Royal Home-Coming 4/8/2010
29. A Shakespeare Memorial 4/8/2010
30. A Sleepless Night 4/8/2010
31. A Snow-White Lily 4/8/2010
32. A Souless Singer 4/8/2010
33. A Spring Carol 4/8/2010
34. A Tale Of True Love 4/8/2010
35. A Te Deum 4/8/2010
36. A Tusculan Question 4/8/2010
37. A Twilight Song 4/8/2010
38. A Voice From The West 4/8/2010
39. A Wild Rose 4/8/2010
40. A Wintry 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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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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