Alfred Austin

(30 May 1835 – 2 June 1913 / Headingley)

Alfred Austin Poems

81. Time’s Weariness 4/8/2010
82. Through Liberty To Light 4/8/2010
83. The Wind Speaks 4/8/2010
84. The Passing Of Spring 4/8/2010
85. Could I But Leave Men Wiser By My Song 4/7/2010
86. Father, Farewell! Be Not Distressed 4/7/2010
87. Tis Because, Though In Dusky Bower 4/7/2010
88. Love’s Wisdom 4/8/2010
89. Off Mesolongi 4/8/2010
90. Gleaners Of Fame 4/8/2010
91. A Rare Guest 4/8/2010
92. Nocturnal Vigils 4/8/2010
93. The Poet And The Muse 4/8/2010
94. John Everett Millais 4/8/2010
95. At Her Grave 4/8/2010
96. Christmas,1870 4/8/2010
97. Sadder Than Lark When Lowering 4/7/2010
98. Florence 4/8/2010
99. Forgiveness 4/8/2010
100. Church—door Should Still Stand Open 4/8/2010
101. Dead! 4/8/2010
102. Poet’s Corner 4/8/2010
103. Too Late 4/8/2010
104. At The Lattice 4/8/2010
105. The Silent Muse 4/8/2010
106. Look Seaward, Sentinel! 4/8/2010
107. Because I Failed, Shall I Asperse The End 4/7/2010
108. Beyond The Pasture's Withered Bents 4/7/2010
109. Good-Night! 4/8/2010
110. The Owl And The Lark 4/8/2010
111. Sorrow’s Importunity 4/8/2010
112. Invocation 4/8/2010
113. A Royal Home-Coming 4/8/2010
114. Here Have I Learnt The Little That I Know 4/7/2010
115. Grata Juventas 4/8/2010
116. The Haymakers’ Song 4/8/2010
117. The Golden Year! 4/8/2010
118. Stafford Henry Northcote 4/8/2010
119. Lines Written On Visiting The Chateaux On The Loire 4/8/2010
120. When The Reaper Lays The Sickle By, 4/7/2010

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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