Alfred Austin

(30 May 1835 – 2 June 1913 / Headingley)

Alfred Austin Poems

201. A Meeting 4/8/2010
202. In The Month When Sings The Cuckoo 4/8/2010
203. A Dialogue At Fiesole 4/8/2010
204. A Captive Throstle 4/8/2010
205. Love's Trinity 4/8/2010
206. A Birthday Present 4/8/2010
207. At Vaucluse 4/8/2010
208. Sisyphus 4/8/2010
209. A Question 4/8/2010
210. A Woman’s Apology 4/8/2010
211. A Florilegium 4/8/2010
212. At Shelley’s House At Lerici 4/8/2010
213. At Shelley’s Grave 4/8/2010
214. A Poet’s Eightieth Birthday 4/8/2010
215. When I Am Gone 4/8/2010
216. A Farmhouse Dirge 4/8/2010
217. A Border Burn 4/8/2010
218. A Birthday 4/7/2010
219. A Dream Of England 4/8/2010
220. Agatha 1/1/2004
221. A Farewell To Youth 4/8/2010
222. A Portrait 4/8/2010
223. Give Me A Roof Where Wisdom Dwells 4/7/2010
224. A Night In June 4/8/2010
225. A Defence Of English Spring 4/8/2010
226. Is Life Worth Living? 4/8/2010
227. A Farewell 4/8/2010
228. Free Will And Fate 4/8/2010
229. A November Note 4/8/2010
230. A Fragment 4/8/2010
231. A Snow-White Lily 4/8/2010
232. A Letter From Italy 4/8/2010
233. A Country Nosegay 4/8/2010
234. A Last Request 4/8/2010
235. Love's Blindness 1/1/2004

Comments about Alfred Austin

  • P Nicol (6/10/2020 2:15:00 AM)

    I am trying to read " The Wreck of the Stella" by Alfred Austin Poet Laureate 1901

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  • 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

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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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