Category: Alfred Austin
The Golden Age By Alfred Austin
The Golden Age Long ere the Muse the strenuous chords had swept, And the first lay as yet in silence slept, A Time there was…
Felix Opportunitate Mortis By Alfred Austin
Felix Opportunitate Mortis Exile or Caesar? Death hath solved thy doubt, And made thee certain of thy changeless fate; And thou no more hast wearily…
A Woman’s Apology By Alfred Austin
A Woman’s Apology In the green darkness of a summer wood, Wherethro’ ran winding ways, a lady stood, Carved from the air in curving womanhood….
A Meeting By Alfred Austin
A Meeting Queen, widowed Mother of a widowed child, Whose ancient sorrow goeth forth to meet Her new-born sorrow with parental feet, And tearful eyes…
Why England Is Conservative By Alfred Austin
Why England Is Conservative Because of our dear Mother, the fair Past, On whom twin Hope and Memory safely lean, And from whose fostering wisdom…
