Alfred Austin

(30 May 1835 – 2 June 1913 / Headingley)

Alfred Austin Poems

161. Wardens Of The Wave 4/8/2010
162. Impromptu 4/8/2010
163. An Answer 4/8/2010
164. To England 4/8/2010
165. The Challenge Answered 4/8/2010
166. Song 4/8/2010
167. An April Fool 4/8/2010
168. On Returning To England 4/8/2010
169. To The Autumn Wind 4/8/2010
170. The Golden Age 4/8/2010
171. Celestial Heights 4/8/2010
172. A March Minstrel 4/8/2010
173. Love Of Life 4/8/2010
174. A Birthday Present 4/8/2010
175. Awake! Awake! 4/8/2010
176. Songs From “prince Lucifer” Ii - Mother-Song 4/8/2010
177. To Arms! 4/8/2010
178. A Question Answered 4/8/2010
179. The Mountains 4/7/2010
180. Give Me Thy Heart 4/8/2010
181. Go Away, Death! 4/8/2010
182. Dedication To Lady Windsor 4/8/2010
183. Outside The Village Church 4/8/2010
184. An Experiment In Translation 4/8/2010
185. Primacy Of Mind 4/8/2010
186. Felix Opportunitate Mortis 4/8/2010
187. If You Were Mine, If You Were Mine, 4/7/2010
188. Fontana Di Trevi 4/8/2010
189. Ave Maria 4/8/2010
190. In Praise Of England 4/8/2010
191. Farewell 4/8/2010
192. Farewell To Spring 4/8/2010
193. A Point Of Honour 4/8/2010
194. Grandmother’s Teaching 4/8/2010
195. Why England Is Conservative 4/8/2010
196. Here, Where The Vine And Fig Bask Hand In Hand 4/7/2010
197. Madonna 4/8/2010
198. Unseasonable Snows 4/8/2010
199. At His Grave 1/1/2004
200. Farewell To Italy 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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