Alfred Austin

(30 May 1835 – 2 June 1913 / Headingley)

Alfred Austin Poems

201. A Christmas Carol 4/8/2010
202. A Meeting 4/8/2010
203. In The Month When Sings The Cuckoo 4/8/2010
204. A Dialogue At Fiesole 4/8/2010
205. A Captive Throstle 4/8/2010
206. Love's Trinity 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

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.''


Read the full of A Last Request


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,