Alfred Austin

Outside The Village Church By Alfred Austin

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 enter not and kneel? “It is the sunset hour when all Begin to feel the need to pray, Upon our common Father call To guard the night, condone ... »

At Shelley’s House At Lerici By Alfred Austin

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, for the latest home Where Shelley dwelt, and, o’er the foam Speeding, returned no more.” Come, then, with me: I seek it, too. Are you his kith? F... »

A Farewell By Alfred Austin

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, That you must die. Hark! In the crumbling grey church tower, Tolls the recording bell The deeply-sounding solemnising knell For your last hour. How quietly you die! N... »

Unseasonable Snows By Alfred Austin

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 was proud With uncut sheaves of ripe chrysanthemum. Some trees the winds have stripped; but look on some, ‘Neath double load of snow and foliage bowed, ... »

Impromptu By Alfred Austin

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 wear. Were you ever known to fame, Or, more wisely, chose to be Lost in love’s obscurity? We may question, gaze, and guess, You will never answer “yes,&... »

Agatha By Alfred Austin

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 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 mood... »

The Door Of Humility By Alfred Austin

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 understand The How and Why of such as He; But natured only to rejoice At every sound or sign of hope, And, guided by the still small voice, In patience through the darkness grope;... »

George Eliot By Alfred Austin

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 Heavens are shining! Know you not, Though the Eternal Luminary dips Below our cramped horizon, leaving here Only a train of glory, he but goes To dawn on othe... »

A Night In June By Alfred Austin

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? I am gazing on her now: Something tells me, so art thou. Night hath been when thou and I Side by side were sitting, Watching o’er the moonlit sky Fleecy cloudlets flitting. C... »

On Returning To England By Alfred Austin

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 bid a wanderer welcome back, And though as yet through softening haze White cliffs but vaguely greet my gaze. For, England! yours the waves, the spray, ... »

At Vaucluse By Alfred Austin

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 itself reverting, roves Reluctant from the scene. Yet from stern moat and storied tower, From sprouting vine, from spreading f... »

A Country Nosegay By Alfred Austin

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 gathering flowers, Ere the dew of the dawn be sipped by noon. And sooth each wilding that buds and blows You seem to have found and clustered here, Round the rustic ... »

Wardens Of The Wave By Alfred Austin

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; Vainglorious clarion, clamorous drum, For which the vulgar crave, Not these, not any such, become The Wardens of the Wave. No, but when slumbering war-dogs wake, To the last... »

Impromptu To Frances Garnet Wolseley By Alfred Austin

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 gifts and graces, And around whose head the glory Of your father’s growing story, O’er whose cradle, fortune-guided, Mars and Venus b... »

A Snow-White Lily By Alfred Austin

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 and the ether brought it Sustenance, raiment, grace, And the feet of the west wind sought it, And smiled in its smiling face. Tall were its leaves and slender, Slend... »

Spartan Mothers By Alfred Austin

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 heart. She hides her woe, She bids him go, And tread the path his Fathers trod. “Who dies for England, di... »

Farewell To Spring By Alfred Austin

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 my heart. “Why did you, Spring, your coming so delay, If, now here, you cannot stay? You win my love and then unloving pass away. “We waited, waited, O so long, s... »

A March Minstrel By Alfred Austin

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 March! Hearing thee flute, who pines or grieves For vernal smiles and showers? Thy voice is greener than the leaves, And fresher than the flowers. Sco... »

Nightingale And Cuckoo By Alfred Austin

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 pain That in the April of our life compete, Until we know not which is the more sweet, Nor yet have learned that both of them are vain! Yet wherefore, nighti... »

An Experiment In Translation By Alfred Austin

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 sustenance. What though from splendid palace streams at dawn No servile train, gaping at inlaid gates, Corinthian bronzes, garments tricked with ... »

A Defence Of English Spring By Alfred Austin

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 and the bells of Bow, You late in learnëd prose have told How, for the happy bards of old, Spring burst upon Sicilian seas, Or blossomed in th... »

To Beatrice Stuart–Wortley Ætat By Alfred Austin

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 voice; When I hear you, I rejoice. When you cease to crow and coo, Then my heart grows silent too. Frolic, frolic, littl... »

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

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 along the wall, Blinded I shrink where cypress shadows fall, And gaze upon the far-off mountains bland: Then down the dusty track Lorenzo planned Watch the slow oxen oscillating cra... »

A Wild Rose By Alfred Austin

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 Wild Rose, to Thee. For when my gaze first met thy gaze, We were knee-deep in June: The nights were only dreamier days, And all the hours in tune. I found thee, like the eglantine, S... »

Song By Alfred Austin

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. Tell her that I should live Not quite so sore distressed, If she to you would give A throne upon her breast. Tell her that should she hie To my parched plot to see If I be dead, that I No ... »

Farewell To Italy By Alfred Austin

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 other skies. E’en as I leave thee, the maternal vine Under the weight of clustering fruitage bends; And the plump fig, beyond where te... »

A Letter From Italy By Alfred Austin

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 behind; And across the mountains send News and greeting to your friend.” II Swiftly though we did advance Through the rich flat fields of Fr... »

Love’s Blindness By Alfred Austin

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 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, L... »

Another Spring Carol By Alfred Austin

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 wings humming, And we know that the Spring, the Spring, is coming. For the snow hath melted From sunless cleft, And the clouds that pelted Slant sleet have left The sky... »

A Captive Throstle By Alfred Austin

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 fly, yet scarce can run; Why open wide your yellow beak? Is it for hunger, or to speak- To tell me that you fain would be Loosed from my hand to liberty? ... »

To The Autumn Wind By Alfred Austin

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 loveliest; To strip the maples black and bare, To rob the beeches’ russet gold, And make what was of late so fair But rustling drift and dripping mould. Yet ... »

Go Away, Death! By Alfred Austin

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 is undried and unshaken; Come back at noon. Go away, Death! What a short reprieve! The mists of the morning have vanished, I roam Through a world bright with wonder, and feel it my... »

A Reply To A Pessimist By Alfred Austin

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 with wailing tongue, And lose the wealth of thy long harvesting? Why do they say that thou art old and sad, When, each fresh April, nightingales are glad, And, each re... »

Sisyphus By Alfred Austin

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 ran streams of sweat Dripping from thick-drenched locks; and watery beads Gathered and stood on his stupendous limbs. The sinews of his arm, like g... »

Farewell By Alfred Austin

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, from thy side. Waking or sleeping, thou shalt own My fervour hovers round thee still; And when thou deem’st thyself alone, My whispers shall the... »

A Last Request By Alfred Austin

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 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,... »

Madonna By Alfred Austin

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 will I crave, I vow, Your loveliness despite, that we may stand More nigh than now; You, with the fresh-plucked roses in your hand, An... »

At Shelley’s Grave By Alfred Austin

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 the sun. Equal in flight To any height, He lies where they that crawl but come, Sleeping most sound,-Cor Cordium. No rippling notes announcing spring, No bloom... »

A Border Burn By Alfred Austin

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 burn. The rain was gone, the winds were furled, No cloud was in the sky, So that there seemed in all the world Only the stream and I. At length upon a grey-green stone I s... »

To England By Alfred Austin

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 vainly strong; Weaned from thy fame by a too happy home, Scanning the ridges of thy teeming loam, Counting thy flocks, humming thy harvest song, Callous, because... »

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

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 sun would set, the moon arise, In holier and yet heavenlier skies. Then unto me the Year would bring A younger April, fresher Spring. I should not then seek sylvan ways For primros... »

A Question Answered By Alfred Austin

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. I watched it higher and higher soar, Still ceasing not to trill, When, though I could descry no more Its flight, I heard it still. But shortly quavered back its n... »

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

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 unknown? the unseen? The ills that are coming, The joys that have been? Cling to me closer, Closer and closer, Till the pain that is purer Hath... »

Celestial Heights By Alfred Austin

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, thrice hail! thou golden mean, The châlet’s simple cheer! I leave the highwayed world behind, And amid path... »

A Fragment By Alfred Austin

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 fair, Sigh but my name, and though I be Mute in the churchyard mould, I will arise and come to thee, And worship as of old. And should I meet the wrinkled brow, Or fi... »

Love’s Trinity By Alfred Austin

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 not honour, and the other shame, But burn as closely fused as fuel, heat, and flame. They do not love who give the body and keep The heart ungi... »

At His Grave By Alfred Austin

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 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, His ne... »

A Christmas Carol By Alfred Austin

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 sound of Christmas Bells. From hamlet hollow, village height, The silvery Message seems to start, And, far away, its notes to-night Are surging through the city’s h... »

Two Visions By Alfred Austin

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 whence. Straight I beheld a marble city, Built upon wayward slopes, Along whose paths, as if for pity, Ran tight-drawn golden ropes. Withal, of many who ascended, No one a... »

Grandmother’s Teaching By Alfred Austin

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; Rocking cradles, and covering jams, knitting socks for baby feet, Or piecing together lavender bags for keeping the linen sweet: Da... »

A Question By Alfred Austin

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 my cheek, And those are wrinkles that are dimples now? Wilt thou, when this fond arm that here I twine Round thy dear neck to help thee in thy need, Droops faint an... »

Shelley’s Death By Alfred Austin

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 mankind! Greedy hatred chasing love, As a hawk pursues a dove, Till the soft feathers float upon the careless wind. Loathed life! that I might break the chain Whi... »

December Matins By Alfred Austin

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 lie undenizened and lorn, And everywhere around there seems a something wanting.” Whereat, as tho’ awondering at my wonde... »

A Farmhouse Dirge By Alfred Austin

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 now, eased of the ache of life? Half a mile by the winding lane, another half to the top: There you may lean o’er the gate and rest; she will want me awhile ... »

Longing By Alfred Austin

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 strains towards thee. But only the feet of the mountain are felt by the rim of the plain, And the source and soul of the hurrying stream reach not the calling main. The dawn is si... »

An Autumn—blooming Rose By Alfred Austin

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 the blackthorn blows, Lambs ‘gan to bleat, and merle and lark to quaver. Flower of my life! inestimably dear, Now that its calendar wanes sere and sober... »

A Birthday By Alfred Austin

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 in the vernal showers; And thy breath is blent with the wandering scent Of the summer fruits and flowers. And yet this morn my blood is stirred With more than wonted glow; T... »

The Mountains By Alfred Austin

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 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 ... »

Give Me A Roof Where Wisdom Dwells By Alfred Austin

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, An honest welcome always mine, A homely draught, a humble meal, Leisure to live, to think, to feel, A narrow plot, a prospect wide, A patch upon the mountai... »

A Portrait By Alfred Austin

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 sadden sunshine with a sense of wrong, Then I, forgetting to be wise and strong, And on my own endearment too intent, Unto myself make musical lame... »

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