Alfred Austin

(30 May 1835 – 2 June 1913 / Headingley)

Alfred Austin Poems

161. A Wild Rose 4/8/2010
162. Before, Behind, And Beyond 4/8/2010
163. An April Love 4/8/2010
164. An Autumn—blooming Rose 4/8/2010
165. At Delphi 4/8/2010
166. Dedication To Lady Windsor 4/8/2010
167. Dead! 4/8/2010
168. If I To You But Sorry Bring 4/8/2010
169. If They Dare! 4/8/2010
170. How Florence Rings Her Bells 4/8/2010
171. Hymn To Death 4/8/2010
172. John Everett Millais 4/8/2010
173. Madonna 4/8/2010
174. Look Seaward, Sentinel! 4/8/2010
175. Sacred And Profane Love 4/8/2010
176. The Poet And The Muse 4/8/2010
177. To England 4/8/2010
178. When I Am Gone 4/8/2010
179. The Door Of Humility 4/8/2010
180. Outside The Village Church 4/8/2010
181. Gleaners Of Fame 4/8/2010
182. Church—door Should Still Stand Open 4/8/2010
183. Fontana Di Trevi 4/8/2010
184. Forgiveness 4/8/2010
185. Free 4/8/2010
186. Farewell To Spring 4/8/2010
187. Blanche 4/8/2010
188. An April Fool 4/8/2010
189. A Poet’s Eightieth Birthday 4/8/2010
190. A Florilegium 4/8/2010
191. A Portrait 4/8/2010
192. A Question 4/8/2010
193. Farewell 4/8/2010
194. Good-Night! 4/8/2010
195. In The Month When Sings The Cuckoo 4/8/2010
196. Love Of Life 4/8/2010
197. The Golden Age 4/8/2010
198. Primacy Of Mind 4/8/2010
199. Go Away, Death! 4/8/2010
200. George Eliot 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

A Last Request

Let not the roses lie
Too thickly tangled round my tomb,
Lest fleecy clouds that skim the summer sky,
Flinging their faint soft shadows, pass it by,
And know not over whom.

And let not footsteps come
Too frequent round that nook of rest;
Should I-who knoweth?-not be deaf, though dumb,
Bird's idle pipe, or bee's laborious hum,
Would suit me, listening, best.

And, pray you, do not hew
Words to provoke a smile or sneer;
But only carve-at least if they be true-
These simple words, or some such, and as few,
``He whom we loved lies here.''

And...

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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

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