Alfred Austin

(30 May 1835 – 2 June 1913 / Headingley)

Alfred Austin Poems

41. An Autumn Picture 4/8/2010
42. At The Gate Of The Convent 4/8/2010
43. In Sutton Woods 4/8/2010
44. In The Forum 4/8/2010
45. Lost 4/8/2010
46. The Old Land And The Young Land 4/8/2010
47. Chi È? 4/8/2010
48. By The Fates 4/8/2010
49. Covet Who Will The Patronage Of Kings 4/7/2010
50. Leszko The Bastard 4/8/2010
51. Let The Weary World Go Round 4/8/2010
52. Inflexible As Fate 4/8/2010
53. Spiritual Love 4/8/2010
54. Sweet Love Is Dead 4/8/2010
55. When Acorns Fall 4/8/2010
56. How Florence Rings Her Bells 4/8/2010
57. Henry Bartle Edward Frere 4/8/2010
58. Know, Nature, Like The Cuckoo, Laughs At Law 4/7/2010
59. Shepherd Swains That Feed Your Flocks 4/7/2010
60. Take Not The Gods To Task, For They Are Wise 4/7/2010
61. Pax Britannica 4/8/2010
62. The Evening Light 4/8/2010
63. Content Written Off Ithaca 4/8/2010
64. Beatrice 4/8/2010
65. All Hail To The Czar! 4/8/2010
66. Any Poet At Any Time 4/8/2010
67. An Autumn Homily 4/8/2010
68. At San Giovanni Del Lago 4/8/2010
69. My Northern Blood Exults To Face 4/7/2010
70. The Last Redoubt 4/8/2010
71. To Alfred Tennyson 4/8/2010
72. Resignation 4/8/2010
73. Since We Must Die 4/8/2010
74. Love’s Fitfulness 4/8/2010
75. Brother Benedict 4/8/2010
76. Burns’s Statue At Irvine 4/8/2010
77. At Delphi 4/8/2010
78. Give Me October's Meditative Haze 4/7/2010
79. Alea Jacta 4/8/2010
80. Mozart’s Grave 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 ...

Read the full of Love's Blindness


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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