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 …

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 …

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, …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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; …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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, …

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, …

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 …