Outside The Village Church By Alfred Austin

Outside The Village Church “The old Church doors stand open wide, Though neither bells nor anthems peal. Gazing so fondly from outside, Why do you…

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At Shelley’s House At Lerici By Alfred Austin

At Shelley’s House At Lerici Maiden, with English hair, and eyes The colour of Italian skies, What seek you by this shore? “I seek, sir,…

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A Farewell By Alfred Austin

A Farewell Good-bye, old year, good-bye! Gentle you were to many as to me, And so we, meditating, sigh, Since what hath been will be,…

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Unseasonable Snows By Alfred Austin

Unseasonable Snows The leaves have not yet gone; then why do ye come, O white flakes falling from a dusky cloud? But yesterday my garden-plot…

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Impromptu By Alfred Austin

Impromptu Tell me your race, your name, O Lady limned as dead, yet as when living fair! That within this faded frame An unfading beauty…

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Agatha By Alfred Austin

Agatha SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She stops, she stoops, she…

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The Door Of Humility By Alfred Austin

The Door Of Humility ENGLAND We lead the blind by voice and hand, And not by light they cannot see; We are not framed to…

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George Eliot By Alfred Austin

George Eliot Dead! Is she dead? And all that light extinguished! Mend your words, Those gropings of the blind along plain paths Where all the…

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A Night In June By Alfred Austin

A Night In June Lady! in this night of June Fair like thee and holy, Art thou gazing at the moon That is rising slowly?…

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On Returning To England By Alfred Austin

On Returning To England There! once again I stand on home, Though round me still there swirls the foam, Leaping athwart the vessel’s track To…

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At Vaucluse By Alfred Austin

At Vaucluse By Avignon’s dismantled walls, Where cloudless mid-March sunshine falls, Rhone, through broad belts of green, Flecked with the light of almond groves, Upon…

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A Country Nosegay By Alfred Austin

A Country Nosegay Where have you been through the long sweet hours That follow the fragrant feet of June? By the dells and the dingles…

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Wardens Of The Wave By Alfred Austin

Wardens Of The Wave Not to exult in braggart vein Over a gallant foe, Or boast of triumphs on the main, The Gods alone bestow;…

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Impromptu To Frances Garnet Wolseley By Alfred Austin

Impromptu To Frances Garnet Wolseley Little maiden just beginning To be comely, arch, and winning, In whose form I catch the traces Of your mother’s…

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A Snow-White Lily By Alfred Austin

A Snow-White Lily There was a snow-white lily Grew by a cottage door: Such a white and wonderful lily Never was seen before. The earth…

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Spartan Mothers By Alfred Austin

Spartan Mothers “One more embrace! Then, o’er the main, And nobly play the soldier’s part!” Thus sounds, amid the martial strain, The Spartan Mother’s patriot…

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Farewell To Spring By Alfred Austin

Farewell To Spring I saw this morning, with a sudden smart, Spring preparing to depart. I know her well and so I told her all…

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A March Minstrel By Alfred Austin

A March Minstrel Hail! once again, that sweet strong note! Loud on my loftiest larch, Thou quaverest with thy mottled throat, Brave minstrel of bleak…

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Nightingale And Cuckoo By Alfred Austin

Nightingale And Cuckoo Yes, nightingale and cuckoo! it was meet That you should come together; for ye twain Are emblems of the rapture and the…

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An Experiment In Translation By Alfred Austin

An Experiment In Translation Blest husbandmen! if they but knew their bliss! For whom, from war remote, fair-minded Earth Teems, to light toil, with ready…

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A Defence Of English Spring By Alfred Austin

A Defence Of English Spring Unnamed, unknown, but surely bred Where Thames, once silver, now runs lead, Whose journeys daily ebb and flow ‘Twixt Tyburn…

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To Beatrice Stuart–Wortley Ætat By Alfred Austin

To Beatrice Stuart–Wortley Ætat Patter, patter, little feet, Making music quaint and sweet, Up the passage, down the stair; Patter, patter everywhere. Ripple, ripple, little…

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Here, Where The Vine And Fig Bask Hand In Hand By Alfred Austin

Here, Where The Vine And Fig Bask Hand In Hand Here, where the vine and fig bask hand in hand, And the hot lizard lies…

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A Wild Rose By Alfred Austin

A Wild Rose The first wild rose in wayside hedge, This year I wandering see, I pluck, and send it as a pledge, My own…

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Song By Alfred Austin

Song Go talk to her, sweet flower, To whom I fain would talk Tell her I hour by hour Pine on my own poor stalk….

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Farewell To Italy By Alfred Austin

Farewell To Italy Incomparable Italy, farewell! Tears not unmanly trespass to the eyes, From thy soft touch and glance unspeakable Compelled to turn and suffer…

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A Letter From Italy By Alfred Austin

A Letter From Italy I Lately, when we wished good-bye Underneath a gloomy sky, “Bear,” you said, “my love in mind, Leaving me not quite…

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Love’s Blindness By 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…

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Another Spring Carol By Alfred Austin

Another Spring Carol Now Winter hath drifted To bygone years, And the sod is uplifted By crocus spears; And out of the hive the bee…

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A Captive Throstle By Alfred Austin

A Captive Throstle Poor little mite with mottled breast, Half-fledged, and fallen from the nest, For whom this world hath just begun, Who want to…

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To The Autumn Wind By Alfred Austin

To The Autumn Wind O envious Autumn wind, to blow From covert vale and woodland crest The mellow leaves, just as they glow Brightest and…

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Go Away, Death! By Alfred Austin

Go Away, Death! Go away, Death! You have come too soon. To sunshine and song I but just awaken, And the dew on my heart…

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A Reply To A Pessimist By Alfred Austin

A Reply To A Pessimist O beautiful bright world! for ever young, And now with Wisdom grafted on thy Spring, Why do they slander thee…

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Sisyphus By Alfred Austin

Sisyphus Midway his upward unavailing course Sate Sisyphus, his back against his load, Halting a moment from that task of doom. Adown his swollen cheeks…

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Farewell By Alfred Austin

Farewell Farewell! I breathe that wonted prayer, But oh! though countless leagues divide Our gaze, our grasp, they shall not tear My soul, my spirit,…

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A Last Request By 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…

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Madonna By Alfred Austin

Madonna Let me, calm face, remain For ever in these sweet sequestered nooks, Remote from pain, Where leafy laurustinus overlooks The blue abounding main. Ne’er…

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At Shelley’s Grave By Alfred Austin

At Shelley’s Grave Beneath this marble, mute of praise, Is hushed the heart of One Who, whilst it beat, had eagle’s gaze To stare upon…

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A Border Burn By Alfred Austin

A Border Burn Where Autumn runnels fret and foam Past banks of amber fern, Since track was none I chanced to roam Along a Border…

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To England By Alfred Austin

To England Men deemed thee fallen, did they? fallen like Rome, Coiled into self to foil a Vandal throng: Not wholly shorn of strength, but…

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If You Were Mine, If You Were Mine, By Alfred Austin

If You Were Mine, If You Were Mine, `If you were mine, if you were mine, The day would dawn, the stars would shine, The…

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A Question Answered By Alfred Austin

A Question Answered I saw the lark at break of day Rise from its dewy bed, And, winged with melody, away Circle to Heaven o’erhead….

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Songs From “prince Lucifer” Ii – Mother-Song By Alfred Austin

Songs From “prince Lucifer” Ii – Mother-Song WHITE little hands! Pink little feet! Dimpled all over, Sweet, sweet, sweet! What dost thou wail for? The…

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Celestial Heights By Alfred Austin

Celestial Heights Hail! steep ascents and winding ways, Glimmering through melting morning haze, Hail! mountain herd-bells chiming clear! Hail! meads and cherry-orchards green, And hail,…

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A Fragment By Alfred Austin

A Fragment Should fickle hands in far-off days No longer stroke thy hair, And lips that once were proud to praise Forget to call thee…

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Love’s Trinity By Alfred Austin

Love’s Trinity SOUL, heart, and body, we thus singly name, Are not in love divisible and distinct, But each with each inseparably link’d. One is…

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At His Grave By Alfred Austin

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…

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A Christmas Carol By Alfred Austin

A Christmas Carol Hark! In the air, around, above, The Angelic Music soars and swells, And, in the Garden that I love, I hear the…

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Two Visions By Alfred Austin

Two Visions The curtains of the Night were folded Over suspended sense; So that the things I saw were moulded I know not how nor…

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Grandmother’s Teaching By Alfred Austin

Grandmother’s Teaching “Grandmother dear, you do not know; you have lived the old-world life, Under the twittering eaves of home, sheltered from storm and strife;…

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A Question By Alfred Austin

A Question Love, wilt thou love me still when wintry streak Steals on the tresses of autumnal brow; When the pale rose hath perished in…

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Shelley’s Death By Alfred Austin

Shelley’s Death What! And it was so! Thou wert then Death-stricken from behind, O heart of hearts! and they were men, That rent thee from…

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December Matins By Alfred Austin

December Matins “Why, on this drear December morn, Dost thou, lone Misselthrush, rehearse thy chanting? The corals have been rifled from the thorn, The pastures…

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A Farmhouse Dirge By Alfred Austin

A Farmhouse Dirge Will you walk with me to the brow of the hill, to visit the farmer’s wife, Whose daughter lies in the churchyard…

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Longing By Alfred Austin

Longing The hills slope down to the valley, the streams run down to the sea, And my heart, my heart, O far one! sets and…

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An Autumn—blooming Rose By Alfred Austin

An Autumn—blooming Rose I found, and plucked, an autumn-blooming rose, And shut my eyes, and scented all its savour: When lo! as in the month…

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A Birthday By Alfred Austin

A Birthday The love within my heart that dwells Knows nought of days or hours; I hear thee in the Christmas bells, I feel thee…

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The Mountains By Alfred Austin

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…

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Give Me A Roof Where Wisdom Dwells By Alfred Austin

Give Me A Roof Where Wisdom Dwells Give me a roof where Wisdom dwells, Where honeysuckle smiles and smells, A bleating flock, some lowing kine,…

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A Portrait By Alfred Austin

A Portrait When friends grown faithless, or the fickle throng, Withdrawing from my life the love they lent, Breed in my heart disdainful discontent, And…

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